Re: Rooftop floor/R1: 3:00 a.m.
She hid her smile when he agreed, and she took just one step out onto the cold stone. The garden truly was a mess of slimy, frozen over leaves and ferns, layers upon layers of sweet-dead greenery under foot. She crinkled her toes, and she watched him sprawl out. He would look pretty out there when the sun rose, she thought in passing, and she smiled at the utter silliness of that thought.
She knelt first, touching her hand to the carpet of dead things on the stone. She couldn't make them grow, having already fallen from their stems and branches as they had, but the blanket thinned and thinned and thinned, until there was nothing where the greenery and leaves had been. She had no control over stone, glass, mirror frames or remnants of terracotta pots, but most of that had been pushed into a corner, so she didn't concern herself with it at present.
With the ivy and the floor cleared away, she could see what was actually planted. The ivy lined the balcony edge, but there were just as many roses dotting its greenery, and she tipped her head and they bloomed, the scent of roses touching the dawn air. By the door, thin trees proved to be flowering plums, and their pink and white blooms were soon joining the scent of ivy and roses. She stepped a little further out, careful of the stone underfoot, and she coaxed the arborvitae bushes and crabapple to life in the same way, then she added more roses here and there. By the time she was done, the predominant scent on the air was rose, and the balcony had warmed considerably to keep the plants alive. The sun had just started to rise, and she yawned sleepily as she smiled at him, tired from the effort.