*It’s a short story kind of day.
She could practically smell the sun on her cotton summer dress as she ran through the lush green grass, the wind singing with her laughter. Blossoms in rich shades of orange and buttery yellow appeared and bloomed before her eyes with every step. She wanted to pick them – and yet, she didn’t because she didn’t want to ruin it.
She paused for a moment to take it all in; butterflies danced above her head as she stood in awe. She wanted nothing more than to lie down in the warm sea of vibrant colors and listen to the humming of the bees for the rest of her days. For a moment, it almost seemed possible. She reached out to draw a branch of honeysuckle in towards her nose to smell its sweet nectar. It flickered, and in between the lines of time and space, reality and illusion, the familiar shade of lifeless grey spilled in, reminding her of where she really was.
She glanced back at her father, the disappointment glistening in her large, brown eyes. He knew he was running out of time. He couldn’t keep it going forever without anymore supplies. Really, he couldn’t afford to be doing this now, but he also couldn’t afford to loser her – his little girl. He couldn’t afford to lose any of them. If they left…if they realized that they didn’t need him anymore…
He stopped his train of thought and smiled as his little one twirled through the grass once more.