Red Resilience

I recognized that it was a female voice, a Russian female at that. I continued to hear the voice call my name numerous times so I began to believe that I had become insane. I covered my ears and squeezed my eyes shut in order to block out the voice but it kept emanating inside my head. I finally opened my eyes and saw what I believed was an angel at first. It was a woman about 5’6 with red, scarlet hair that was in a short crop and the irises of her eyes were also a radiant red. Her face and skin were flawless and her lips so voluptuous. She was wearing a yellow sundress and she began twirling around the room. “Do you like?” she asked me with her Russian accent and a ditzy stare. “W-wait what?” I jumbled. “Do you like my dress?” she asked again. “What the hell is going on here? Who are you and what are you doing in my house?” I demanded angrily from the beautiful stranger. She ignored me and began walking throughout the room and seemed to be observing it. “Don’t you think this place is a bit small to be called a house yes?” She jeered. “Answer my question damnit!” I yelled at her. She finally looked at me however looked at me as if she was analyzing my body. “I guess it’s fair to relay you some context,” she said. “My name is Stalla and I am connected to your nervous system in every way possible.”