The home I grew

She was fueled by fire, which really sucked since the whole town was made out of water.

She needed a dry spot and fuel. She swam in ever-widening circles and slept floating on her back. One day she found it: a shelf of rock, above the water’s surface. It had a tiny tree growing out of a crack. Her new problem: she didn’t want to burn the only tree she’d ever seen.

Her new problem: she din’t want to burn the only tree she’d ever seen. A storm arrived, snapping a small branch off. She scooped up the broken wood. It was enough to start a tiny fire.

She decided to take the branch with her. She ran as fast as she possibly could away from the storm, until she stumbled upon a small shed--seemingly in the middle of nowhere.

She held the branch tightly as the storm raged around her outside the shed. She could feel the branch almost hug her. After the storm cleared, she stepped outside and planted the branch amid the puddles and debris. It grew into a beautiful tree that she would visit now and then.