'Uh!' 'What was that?' I wondered.
I suddenly felt a sharp cold breeze swipe past my bare nape.
'Probably just the fan.' I said to myself. But I could have sworn that I didn't leave it on. Whatever! I probably just forgot to switch it off. My memory of last night is a bit hazy.
My hands navigated blindly around my surroundings to find my blanket.I probably came off due to my restless sleeping.It isn't like this is the first time this has happened.I rummaged around but to no avail.How far did I send that thing! It 's nowhere within arm's reach.w here could it have gone?
Huff!
I aint finding it unless I actually getting up.I unlached my eyes with great effort to find myself under a cherry blossom tree.I awaked to a start.I was in the middle of a field on a sunny afternoon under the blossoms.But it was literally two days unroll Christmas.How could the blossoms be blooming now? Something was off!
'Whatever' I thought as I scratched my head in confusion.I really couldn't be asked to think this hard first thing this early in the morning.I assumed the first possible explanation that came to mind:
A dream.It's got to be!
But that breeze was just too real!
I smiled as I happily basked in the soothing, luke-warm rays of the fleeting afternoon sun.The mellow yellow, gleeming in all its eloquence.The sweet aromas of the newly beckoning blossoms with their smooth pink colours, so enticing to the eyes.I would stay this forever if I could! The addicting scent drew me in time upon time for a whiff.their fall synchronised into a orderly curved swaying.They fell in turns, a group at a time before scattering into the endless air.The grass so soft and luscious thick in its bright green splendour. So soft I could spend hours their to pay in its tranquil company. Always welcoming to the touch and never rebuking ever. The vast field swung in correspondence to the stream of wind as it whirled in and out. The grounds thriving with rebound nutrition, ready to give off new life.The grass worked as a canvas for the flowers that swelled upon it. They spread in groves of red, blue and yellow.The Lycorises so fraiI. The Verbena groves, arranged like that of a bouquet.The irises as cool as ice.The daffodils dropping in the Sun's last hews. This masterpiece illustrated itself in my memory. I looked up to spot the yet to sprout buds as the others surrounded it.Almost as if they were waiting with anticipation to unfold and the others providing their supportive aid. The tree itself so wide and tall, branching out into the distance.The birds chipping content in a melodious tone.The bees dancing on ecstasy as they drank their full of nector.Satisfied ,I decided to shut my eyes, immersed in my thoughts.