100 word challenge - Phoebe

Florissa gasped as she tumbled through dark skies, stars seeming to look down at her in wonder. She flailed her arms madly, struggling for air. THUD. She hit the floor that had seemed miles away, to face a shimmering canvas surrounded by paints. Paints - acrylics in bullet-tubes, in all the colours imaginable. Pallets and pallets of watercolours glittering in the moonlight. Pencils, crayons, brushes and markers, yet the canvas was unmarked. Latue stood next to her, thinking what she was - what were they doing there? Florissa grinned at him. " Let's get to work," she said, and picked up a paintbrush.