A Drabble

The characters on the screen were covered in cloaks and armor and weaponry, but as usual, the viewer could only compare what they had to what she lacked. 1

The world was a simple place, back then. The evil was clearly defined, as if highlighted in green by God. All of the deceit was an easy, beautiful lie, always apparent to those most observant.2

It was almost hard to imagine such a clean-cut time... where even the villains were pure, somehow.3

Suddenly the floor was shaking, the items on the walls were falling, and objects on the floor sliding around with the whims of the earth. The TV cut out with a sharp noise as a line of white crossed the screen, and teetered back and forth on the woodwork that held it precariously in position.4

She let the earthquake pass with a bored ease, holding onto the wall loosely until it was finished. 5

The aftershock threw her alarm clock, which had somehow remained in place, to the floor, after bouncing off of her head. The red lights blinked "7:03", reminding her of work and the rest of reality.