pick up bottle
You slowly move your hand towards the bottle, afraid that some other
bad ting might happen if you try to pick it up. The bottle is all
covered wit the dust of centuries, but somehow you know that
underneath all that dust it will be blue. You gently touch it. Nothing
happens. Somewhat encouraged by that, you decide to dare lifting it
from the ground. The dust gets in your eyes and your nose and makes
you sneeze. The noise echoes and you almost drop the bottle. When the
dust has finally settled again, you look at the bottle. It is blue,
just as you thought it should be, and beautifully
shaped.
