There it is. I can see the lush green fields – dew kissing the tips of the blades of grass. The sky is a deep shade of blue, with white wisps floating here and there. Trees stretch towards the sky and stroke the clouds, causing them to swirl back and forth in the sky. A quick breeze blows through – I can feel it graze my arms, causing the small hairs to stand and wave in the coolness. The sun coats my skin in a warm glow and creates a thin mist on my arms.
The field is littered with flowers – all different colors with different smells. There is golden one with white petals. I bend down to smell it – it reminds me of warm honey. Another one catches my attention. It’s smaller than the gold and white one, but its colors are just as beautiful. Its stem is a deep shade of blue, with red petals – each petal is streaked with swirls of silver. Its petals are soft and feel like suede on my fingers.
Birds sing rhythmically in the trees and one fly’s down and lands on the hook of my shoulder. Its feathers are a shade of mahogany, with ribbons of purple running their length. Its beak is also mahogany and is long and straight. The bird reaches down into the palm of my hand and tears a small piece of the flower’s petals. It’s quite the entire time, but I can tell that it’s satisfied with its lunch. I stand and walk with the bird on my shoulder. It chirps softly in my ear. I walk deeper into the forest. The trees surround me and cast long shadows along the forest floor. Sharp rays cut through the trees.
I sit on the ground and admire my work. This is the best part of my reality – my imagination runs wild.
