Stelle

Stelle stood up in the seat, so that she could see the window of the carriage, the carriage was driving on the human roads, the 1950's constructions of Europe. Stelle looked through the darkness because for her there was no difference between night and day. 

Her eyes looked at the humans. Some were out drinking from bars, others were dirty and in shabby and ugly clothes sitting on the sidewalks. 

"Miss, sit down. You are soiling the seats," said the butler sent by her father. 

"Yes, I'm sorry," she replied as she sat back down on the seat. 

Still Stelle lifted her head and tried to stretch her body to look at the human streets. Full of life, with parties, drinks, smiles and fun. 

She watched as some people hugged, some couples kissed and others did things in a dark alley for the humans.