God, why did today have to be so disgusting?

Morticia was so done. It was sunny outside, the sun illuminated their garden, the graveyard just around the corner of their house, and the heat was suffocating.

The garden was barren, other than Morticia and Gomez's graves, [which they had bought for their anniversary], the many, many dead flowers and plants, and finally, the gothic furniture.

In their Victorian mansion, it was gothic and most, if not all the furniture and decor, was pitch black.

And what would happen in the boiling hot heat in a black house, with no ventilation or AC?

It would start to overheat.

Morticia was sat in the living room, perched upon the couch. She was boiling up, the heat was driving her mad.

Despite her locking every door, despite her shutting every curtain, despite her blocking every window, she couldn't escape the blinding cracks of lights slipping into the gothic mansion.

She absolutely despised the heat. The sun. Any "nice" weather, especially brightness and anything that stood out of the blacks and greys in the household.

Her vanta black, velvet, long-sleeved, ankle-length dress did not help her mood in the horrific heat.

Every surface she touched seemed to burn her finger, she couldn't exactly handle it. But she was an Addams woman, she could practically handle anything that came her way.

Morticia sighed, crossing her arms over her chest. She glanced over at her husband, Gomez. "God, the weather is miserable. I'm not stepping a foot outside when it's that disgustingly bright." she spat, bitterly.

Morticia looked over at Wednesday, slightly judging her daughter appearance. Wednesday was busy ripping the heads off of her plastic dolls. Aww, cute.

"I can't even do saeyances or anything that I moderately enjoy today. Probably not even in the evening, I bet it will still be too bright for me, Gomez. The..cheerfulness would ruin the mood." she spoke, saying the word 'cheerfulness' with a strong amount of venom and extreme distaste. Morticia sighed, rubbing her temples.