Written original stories

The Spider Lily Feild.

I see the lady a lot. I can't tell exactly what she is but her presence calms me, almost as if I know her, but I've never met this lady. She twirls in her field of spider lilies, time never truly, never aging the beautiful woman. She dances with graceful feet, unlike me who cannot dance like this being in front of me. Her pale, snow-white skin is more lively than any snow I've ever seen, Her skin reflects the sun like a mirror. Her pastel yellow, over-worn summer dress twirls in the soft wind, almost as graceful as her petite feet dancing away amongst the flowers of multiple shades. She is the definition of true beauty to me. I always feel welcome to run free with her, like she's inviting me to take a step into the soft valley to join her. I feel light and airy as I take my first step into the true afterlife

My true personal heaven.