‘Another ing day.’ She had never greeted the new day with a smile nor a good morning. What was beautiful in the morning? The chirping of birds were annoying the hell out of her. The sun was too bright she actually felt like turning blind. It was another day, nothing had ever been exciting or new to her another day. 
  Forcefully dragging herself to the small bathroom that she has in her studio-type apartment, she started another day. Same , different day. This is the life of Moon Nabi. Maybe butterflies aren't as beautiful as we always have thought.