Growing bubbles of nothingness

There was once a young girl who wanted some warmth. She lived in a land where there was pleasant weather throughout the year. The sun never glared and the clouds flirted with the land below in the form of light droplets that wet her cheeks as she rode towards work on her red scooty. The nights were chilly forcing her to remember always to take her jacket and more importantly not leave it around in the city.The weekdays were studded with intermittent events of pleasures like movies and friends, a chocolate cake or two and a little bit excitement in the place she called work.The excitement tended to stress her out though forcing her to break at weekends that seemed to rush in and out making her waqit for them ever more longingly. Shed try filling her weekends with as much activity and inactivity she could manage in two days, leaving her tired on monday and only more anxious for the cycle to repeat.There was enough laughter in her life to make her feel loved and enough tears to jolt her back to reality, all exquisitely timed so as to create the perfect balance. But nothing ever is perfect. Not for long enough anyway.In fact she noticed that she was as normal as anyone else as her sense of balance arrived quite sporadically. She was perfect alright but only in those rare moments which are not quite so rare because the occasion of being perfect happens to everyone at some point.She realised she was normal. As normal as normal can be. She didnt like it much. Would it have been perfect to not be normal at all? She wondered what she wanted. The time had come to wonder. She knew what it was. She wanted warmth. A fire will have to be lit. How? Should she rub the stones together like the stone age man? Or should she borrow her friends zippo for the first spark?She was worried if a cold northern wind would come and extinguish it.She dreaded the thought of cleaning up the ashes. Or maybe she didnt want the kind of fire that she thought she would. Maybe she should go to the store and get a heater.Winter would soon get over.She shrugged and put the zippo aside.While she was pondering over these matters of great consequence, she felt a yawn creep up and in a little while the young girl was sound asleep.