Lala

lala, the flamingo unicorn

a famous model, renowned for her beauty, posed for countless magazines, TV ads, she had it all, fame, fortune, beauty, anorexia, depression, pills - realizing things would only ever get worse before they got better, she finished off her bottle and waited for death to take her. when her eyes opened, she was decidedly not in heaven. a strange place... warm and cozy, the host already has a room for her - it seems she can't even rely on death, can she? still going, whether she wants to or not. the memories of before are already fuzzy, blurring, like the edges of the horizon from her bedroom window, this place isn't so bad, is it? she can eat however much she wants and she doesn't gain a single pound. she doesn't need to sleep and she doesn't need to rest. perhaps it is heaven. at the very least, it's home.