Was someone standing before me? Could this fresh warmth I was feeling not be by the clustering petals and butterflies around me? I opened my eyes to the question but I found nothing... not even the petals or butterflies could be seen anymore as if I hallucinated it all, but there was that lingering feeling that it actually happened, a mix of feelings I could not explain, it impaled me in such a way and left me questioning, have I lost it perhaps?
In uncertainty I looked around, but it remained the same quiet garden, nothing at all, maybe I really was seeing things. I looked around skeptically as if I was keeping watch for an intruder, I must be paranoid, I began retreating back inside. But came to a sudden halt, whirling, I looked once again, this feeling... Why was it there? Ugh snap out of it Sylvia, just go back in, I told myself before sauntering away.
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