The world she lives in is always sunny. The sun warms but is never too hot. Puffy white clouds float lazily in the bright blue sky. Trees rustle in the warm breeze.
Her small figure can be seen walking. She seems so small compared to the row of trees that line the street. Only she is about. Walking slowly. However, it is not an aimless walk.
Her head tilts up. Blinking slowly through the pink frames of her glasses. Her eyebrows are drawing closer. And her pink lips are pursed. Perhaps she is wondering why the sky is always so clear. Why the trees are so green. She is probably wishing for a chance to use that polka dotted umbrella she has stored away.