SHE WAS BACK, returning so quickly to the place she always went to whenever sleep overtook her, but this time it was different.
So different in fact, when she had awoken from her slumber, the feeling of the coolness of the air around her had become heavy and dense to inhale, its essence smelt of gas. Burning her lunges, every time she inhaled it felt like a burning gas that burned with a quiet roar, slowly suffocating her.
This place had changed, like day and night. The beautiful flowers that always seemed to bloom, had decayed, rotten to the point where she couldn't tell what they actually were.
