"Once upon a time the was a little lightbulb and in it lived an even smaller girl.", a calm voice surrounds the walls of a certain room, "There wasn't anything too special about this girl, she was normal like any other person… of course with the exception of living in a lightbulb."
Quiet snickering echo in the silent room, they stop after a light cough, "Now where was I? Right, little girl… Her life was really lonely, she was able to only go from one lightbulb to a different one and no matter how far she went, she would always need to return to her own..."
"Uhm...", the voice that was talking, was suddenly interrupted by some sound followed by a voice, "Why did she need to return to her lightbulb, grandpa?"
"Oh… uh..", slightly surprised and nervous voice attempted to answer the question, "Well that's because of her connection to the lightbulb, it was very very special… the longer she was away from it the weaker and colder she would get. If she would never return to her lightbulb then both she and her home would extinguish. It would be just as if we wouldn't drink water or wouldn't eat food for too long. Understood?"
"Mhhm", the voice with the question emitted sounds to signify its satisfaction.
"Returning to the story...", a slightly grumpy and tired voice started to appear, "On one day the little girl while on her travels saw a magnificent butterfly flying past the lightbulb she was currently in."
After finishing the last word, the source of the sound looked in a certain direction, after making a certain facial expression, "Sorry… was I talking with too complicated words again?"
The question reached the target after which it moved a part of itself up and down with a certain sound following it, "Mhhm"
Some light coughing appeared in the room again which seemed to break the odd atmosphere that was developing, "What I was trying to say… is that while the little girl was having fun being a little adventurer, she saw a very pretty butterfly fly near the lightbulb she was in. It really surprised her since she had never seen something so colorful and lively. To see the little butterfly for as long as possible, the girl jumped from one lightbulb to the next to keep up with it... "
Slowly the voice came to an end, the source of it realized something while looking into a certain direction. A silent sigh echoes against the walls.
A quiet, but grumpy voice begins to talk, "Goodnight, you little brat."