All The Excitement She Needs

She could never understand the human disdain for routine. She could never understand the human desire for spontaneity. For drama, excitement, thrill. The steady flow of clouds drifting, so slowly into nothingness, is drama, excitement and thrill enough. She wakes up to the vast atmosphere, plentiful space for an explosion to ring, but is only filled with silence, and it is all the excitement she needs.