twenty

A few weeks ago my friend picked a flower for me and left it in an envelope hanging on my door. I saw it and thought it was cool but sort of just forgot about it until I noticed that it was turning into a pressed flower, which I didn't think could just happen, but I guess that makes sense. I left it there a little longer to see what else would happen. I like how the color is still vibrant even though it is dead. Usually, when you imagine something that is dead you think of pale or no color, or maybe black, grey, or white.