Happiness

1st Layer: Organized clutter, scattered, colorful, fun. Lots of toys and games, cool ideas, funny new things and genuine old things, sentiments, outdoor smells.. all of it tossed about and constantly being used. Never enough time to set the pieces back. Nobody saying where not to toss them.

2nd Layer: Rumbling unrest in a thick slate of rock. Pressure from the disorganization above constantly offsetting the homeostasis of this bedrock. Unrest roils the rock about like a continental crust base, moving, shifting, churning, pressured wildly from above and heated steadily by below

3rd Layer: Fire. Lots of licking hot red fingers of fire in absolute confinement. Orange, screaming eyeballs of fire darting insane for escape!! Wildfire begging for holes, devouring oxygen, burning and burning and ripping through the enclosed air. Perfectly contained fire, in an unbreachable layer crazy under the pressure, burning, insatiable, inextinguishable

4th Layer: Calm water, dark, pure, silent. Like between the tips of trees bent over a glacier, dripping crystaline. Smooth rocks rest inches below the water's surface, barely visible in the low light. Across the endless pool of serenity an occasional glint orange survives from above, makes its way like a dancing spirit in spirals about the quiet room. Tiny reflections across the water. A drop from the roof hits the pool sending ripples on their way

5th Layer: A sleeping ball of white. Complete white. Perfect. Wound up as it has always been. Head in hands. eyes rested. Quiet ivory. Untouchable, forever sleeping peacefully in the darkness.

Story:
Once upon a time in the silent dark of the 5th Layer, somewhere between pure silence and total chaos, a little violet light appeared. It was a tiny light. Faintly purple, barely anything in length. Nobody knows how the light had worked its way down there or from what grand scale and length of impurities it had come, but it got there. It was one little purple light on a journey, and now it was in the 5th room.

This light, faint and gentle, headed inside. Determined, it tiptoed across the blackness towards the white ball sleeping in the center of the room. The light was careful not to wake the ball from it's total slumber. It moved forward, and stopped just before the ball to hesitate, for only a moment. Then like a violet rebel it reached its purple tips out, slowly, until it was almost touching the sphere. The light stood poised, ready, naive, and in the dark emptiness of the 5th Layer the purple light moved forward and touched the white orb.

In a one-colored firework of silence, it's violet drop of coloring emptied into the ivory sphere, and in a moment of absolute truth, above all truths, before the greatness of the kings and queens and leaders of the earth and Nature, this one, little, purple light in the darkness touched the white ball.

Like two stars seen from light years away, the ball, for a moment, changed to purple.

The end. :)