🪞 Entry Seven: A Flame and a Thief 📍Chestnut Ridge & Town Square 🐾 #DreamspaceChronicles #SimSelfSaga #StolenShowerSyndrome
Started like any other day. Harvested the prairie grass. Watered every root. Fed the animals. Painted something gentle and sold it to a local. Scooped Grace’s sacred sand. The rhythm of living.
But today unraveled like a loose thread in a favorite sweater.
The good: ✨ Got a raise at work. Bought a shower. Felt like a goddess with hot water and ambition. ✨ Grace got sick, so we took her to the vet. I had her spayed while we were there—no more surprises for my old queen. ✨ Monet and I went wandering in the town square after. That’s when it happened.
A toddler was crying, alone by a fountain. Monet spotted them first, tugging my sleeve. I knelt, offered a soft hello. We stayed until the parent came. The child smiled again. I called that a win.
The bad: I came home. Fell asleep under a sky finally kind.
And then— A burglar. A literal thief in the night.
They stole my brand new camp shower. The archway I built with my own hands. The cat’s litter box. The pet food bowl.
Who steals from the animals!?
I confronted him—brave, barefoot, furious—and called the police. But the damage was done. The raise I’d hoped to save for a real bathroom? Gone. Spent on replacing the basics, just to keep Grace and Monet fed, warm, and okay.
No walls yet. No bath. But we are still here. Together. Safe. And I will build again.
Because that’s what you do, right? You plant again after the storm. You paint again after loss. You light the candle again, even if it’s just a single spark in a too-dark night.
—A. 🕯️
