The breeze caressed my skin with the softest touches, tickling my long thick lashes. Tempted, I slowly open them to reveal a wide-open sea of green. The sky is an unbelievable blue that could rival even the most beautiful robin’s egg. I stand still, long wavy black hair gently moved by a playful wind.
My dress is long in sleeves and skirt, dark dusty rose; a peasant dress. Fair skin touched with pink in average cheekbones. A feeling of peace resides inside, reflecting in a calm gaze and graceful stride downhill. The dancing grass the only thing in sight for miles. Wisps of white stroke the sky here and there.
I feel I am the only one in this entire Eden, because I am. Happy at this fact, I walk toward the patch of white ‘yond another hill; lilies. I am overcome with a feeling of gratitude as I walk among the flowers, careful not to step on one.
Close to the center, I sit with my skirt laying like an upside down trumpet rim around me; a plume of pollen rose as I did. My hand