February 14th

Best day ever! After sitting in a store for so long, I’m finally going home. I don’t know what or where home is, but I’m going. That’s so exciting. A man came and paid for me (paid for me–so outrageous) and now we’re going home.

Hello. My name is Assorted Floral Arrangement. It says so on my tag. I come in a little red vase with a little red box of chocolates. I’ve got roses, carnations, and different kinds of leaves. And, if I hadn’t mentioned it before, my name is Assorted Floral Arrangement. And I’m going home!

After a while of driving, the man grabbed me and carried me into a house. “Lisa!” he called, and then a woman came, saw me, and put her hands to her mouth. 

“Oh, they’re beautiful,” she said, and I beamed. This was always the best part, so I’ve heard. 

Then the Lisa one picked me up, and she put her nose very close to my blooms–disgusting–and she inhaled–disgusting—and then exhaled–disgusting! This was always the worst part!

February 15

I’m on the coffee table. People who visit admire me. I watch TV with the Lisa one and the other one. Every now and then the Lisa puts her nose on mine and inhales.

Disgusting.

February 16th

All my chocolates in the little red box have been eaten. 

February 18th 

I’m not feeling so great anymore. I’ve heard about this happening to flowers. It’s inevitable. I wonder how long I’ll last.

February 20th

The Lisa one still sniffs me every now and then. Disgusting.

February 21st

My time has come. The Lisa comes for me. I just hope I’m not destined for the compost bin. Those are the worst. So smelly. Smelling bad is a flower’s worst nightmare.

Goodbye–