My Perfect Roommate

When I first saw my roommate, I felt a bit fresh and natural. It was not a standard piece of beauty, but a pleasant breeze in the autumn wilderness. Her wheat-colored skin glows with health, her pure eyes are like moonlight and stars, and she wears a floral skirt like blooming flowers, with romance and tenderness reflected in the pleats of the skirt. At first I was secretly glad, but as time went by, I slowly realized that my roommate seemed not to be a human being...