She stood looking out the window, feeling eerily like she was in a music video. She couldn’t just sit there and enjoy the view because the aura was just weird. It is difficult to take ones self seriously when television ruins emotions by making certain moods cliche. Her name, let’s call her Storia. Storias look was perfect for making people feel comfortable – she looked uniquely like someone you’d imagine.

Storia stood up and flipped her hair, then smacked herself on the forehead for doing something to further deepen the burden of feeling like she couldn’t do anyting casually without having a wave of cliche hit her.

She hated the word cliche – at least there was that.

“What can I do that… aw nevermind”, though Storia. “I’ll just turn on the radio, dance in my underwear with a brush as a microphone. I should turn on my red lamp too. Activities like this are cliche for a reason- because they’re fun and everyone does them, so why avoid doing them?”.

And she danced the night away with abandon.