Listening to the radio, Aeritha was content. With a new job, a new flat and even a new cat, she was happy. Humming along to the tunes, she drove her way home from a job as a flower girl. That was another thing she was happy about, she did indeed love her flowers.
She looked in the rear window to change lanes, and saw that it was clear. She crossed, and a glare of white light went into her eyes, and everything went black.
When Aeritha opened her eyes, she saw she was in her bed.
"Ugh, a terrible dream." She murmured. She closed her eyes again, then decided to get in the shower. After a refreshing shower, shoe got dressed and went downstairs to see if there was any post for her.
"Oi! Ritthy! Post for you!!" Aeritha sighed, for one thing, she only let her closest friends call her Ritthy, and for another, her neighbour Vincent was not, and never would be one of her friends.
"What did I say to you Valentine?" "No more calling me Ritthy!"
"Alright, alright! Hold your horses, here's your post for you"
Vincent handed over a couple of letters to her, and then walked away from Aeritha, chuckling as he entered his room.
She scowled after him, then walked back up to her room. She smiled as she opened the wooden door. Her cat Tifa curled around her legs, looked up at Aeritha's face, and purred very loudly. "Miss me Tiffany?" refering to the cat's full name. She looked around her room and sighed.
Ever since she was a child, she dreamed of it, her dream room. Her room in the present had red wallpaper, with many different photographs of her and her friends hanging on the walls. The scent of many different flowers hung in the air, for Aeritha really did love her flowers. The room has wooden flooring, which made a change from the bluey-black carpets she once sobbed on.