A 100-word Flashfic

He opened the door and looked around the small room, which she had him paint yellow because it would provide "perpetual sunshine," and what could be more cheerful than that?

There was no real discussion; it was simply nature making decisions for them, and perhaps God answering prayers.

He looked at the crib and the bandaid on his hand; he was never very good with tools. Winnie the Pooh and his friends slowly spun in a circle, suspended over unused blankets.

It was now a room of quiet furniture, silent decorations, and the perpetual sunshine of yellow.