62: What makes you happy?
At that question Shinju blinked and stared at the wall and then the ceiling. Then back at the wall. “Huh.” She breathed softly, as her normally endless stream of thoughts and anxieties came to a grinding halt at this one, unanswerable question. She had no idea. It had been so long since she even conceptualized happiness that she could not picture a single thing that would bring about that word. What even was happy? All she could picture was contentment, and having peaceful, undisturbed sleep. She knew what the word meant, but could not percieve herself using it or existing in it.
“Puppies. Sure.” With that answer she slipped away, not wanting this conversation to continue. She didn’t like it, and wanted it out of her mind.








