The sun shined through the window, entering the room of a teenage girl at the age of sixteen. Her chest rose and fell with her breath. From outside, one could hear the pleasant chirping of birds. They were calling out, as if to speak to someone. The girl shifted in her bed holding the black cat doll she had since she was a baby. Not many hold onto their stuffed animals like this at such an age, but it was a comforting item. Comfort was the thing this girl needed most. The birds flew in through the window which was open for them. Mmm... Ah? *yawn* Oh good morning, birds. You seem happy to day. The girl was sleepy still. She clumsily felt around her night stand, until her hand fell upon a pair of round glasses. She placed them on her head, as the lenses rested upon her nose.
She soon shuffled out of bed. Her green nightgown flowed as she walked. She soon found her way to the bathroom. There was already a bath drawn for her, as there usually was. She took off the gown, and slowly desended into the steamy water below her. Putting one toe in at a time. She sat there as the warm water relaxed her muscles, as they are always tense. She stayed in the bath for a while, before finally leaving. she dried herself off and put on her school uniform. Good morning mother... Though she never really spoke to her mother much, the girl still loved her, as she was one of the few who used to comfort her, and was one of the only who believed she had a gift.
Once she was ready for school, the girl went to the family garden. The estate was surrounded so she was unable to see outside. However, there was more than enough beauty in the estate for the girl to be pleased. She sat down on at stool, which stood before an easel, as she began to finish one of her works. it was a simple picture of a Maple tree. She had added squirrels playing and mother birds feeding their young. It captured the very essence of the old tree, as a provider of food and shelter. Hiroko respected the elder for its patience, and willingness to help. Thank you for modeling for my work. Do you like it? Talking to a tree, as if it were a friend. This is what this girl did in her spare time. However, insane, she is not. P-Please... I'm not that good... You see, the trees speak. As do all living things. Yet, she is the only one who can hear them.