Roses

Whenever I was sad a guy with a bouquet of roses would always appear. Even if I was at work and on the toilet, sure enough he would knock on the door and hand me a bouquet. Same thing at home- when I was in bed and down-spirited, he would show up and extend his hand. Since it was fall and I felt unusually depressed, the house was overflowing with red, white, yellow, orange, and blue roses. It became a sea of flowers and made it impossible to even leave. I kept myself alive with the nutrients from the petals.