“Happiness hit her, like a train on a track” Florence + the Machine, Dog Days are Over
Happiness really did hit her like a train on a track; like the tap had been on too long. Seeping out of her every pore, infecting everything she did, conquering everything and everyone until there was just one big mushroom-cloud of happiness. She wanted to scream from the top of every roof in the city, in the country, in the world. It clung to her, this happiness, all-consuming; until the bubble broke, and she hit the earth with the soft thud of reality.