I woke,
as it seemed,
from a sweet dream of dancing with fairies,
only to sink into another blissful unreality
in which I was lying in a soft patch of grass
where the trees' branches intertwined
to create a tunnel big enough to be a house
adorned with a lantern,
inside which lay a delicate glowing lotus,
hanging from a knotted and rope-like vine.
Of all the dreams I had dreamt that night,
this had been the sweetest,
most calming, and most
realistic.
YOU ARE READING
❝ the place nature forgot ❞
Short Story. ❝ She sits on her uncomfortable bed. Life used to be better than this, but now, her scant possessions litter the floor. The paint is peeling from the white-washed walls. A tear escapes her eye and r...
