The Louve

Date: 5/22/2016

I was in the louve with friends, I had appeared there suddenly and was so excited I cried. It was built more like apartments and a mall and there was a huge swimming pool. We all lived there. The paintings were not the focus of the museum, hidden around, often behind tables like no one cared about them. My mission was to find the Mona Lisa but we never did. Most paintings were small and completely white unless you tilted it a certain direction. I consoled my friend Sam for my sister making an insensitive comment about Sam's scars. An old friend I haven't seen in years had a heart attack.