As I walked outside, the sun shining in the sky, the cool temperature and the air fallen silent. I stared straight ahead of me as my feet carried me forward on their own, automatic.

I straightened my back. The sun's approaching sunset, its golden light making the world seem like I'm in some sort of movie scene. The sidewalk, the trees, and the neighboring houses that I pass by. 

Only my feet carried me forward, and my eyes glazed over as the sun's golden light made everything look pretty. I don't know why it has to be so beautiful. 

"Will you stop being so beautiful?" I said.

"I cannot," the sun replied solemnly.

And then for some reason, all I did was keep staring straight ahead of me. My feet carrying me forward on their own, automatic.