[u][b]Nana[/b][/u]

[b]"What a morning. What a beautiful morning, right Patricia? Right glowing orb?"[/b] Both companions were silence in real life, but very chatty in the inside of her head.
[i]Sing me a song. My favourite.[/i] Said glowing  orb.
[b]"Of course darling! Song would be great!"[/b] Is there a better way to greet a new day? Mornings are her favourite. One feels the energy of waking up Earth. Or better said one feels its dying agony..Sweet sweet morning idyll. Feels like retirement home.
[url=https://youtu.be/jHPOzQzk9Qo?t=30s]"Always looooook on the briiiiiiight side of life." [/url]
[i]Do you think I can eat this?[/i] Said hungry Patricia already gnawing on a mummified remains of god know what. Honestly she thought it was just a soiled and weathered toiled paper, but one man´s meal is another man´s poison, as they used to say. [b]
"Of course darling, looks good!"[/b] And she returned to her singing and whistling, though whistling inside of a gas mass was pretty droolly experience and reminds her of shrieks of ruin ghosts. Glowing orb glowed more intensively, changing intensity of its light corresponding to the rhythm.

Morning are best for finishing her craft projects. From her backpack she took set of sticks and half finished crocheted doily that was not doily at all. At closer inspection the spectator could see that what she works on is in fact set of crocheted undies. 
[b]"Crochet for my crotch."[/b] Ste interrupted her song for a second.
What a morning, what a nice and beautiful morning. Too positive to pay attention to other noises carried to her ears from the distance. Or perhaps she just have problems with hearing. She´s old woman after all.