Dreamscapes

Whenever she closed her eyes, she would make sure she'd end up where she wanted to be - in her world, alone, left to wander the hillsides, tiptoe across the streams, and lay in the bright sun.

In her dreams she could end up anywhere. But she always ended up in the same pink field. She never got tired of it - never felt alone. She was always content, relaxed, lost amongst the bright hue of the grass that sprouted around her, rolling through endless hills - waves of magenta.

It was soft to the touch. Not like normal grass. She could lay in it for hours, breath in it's sweet scent. The streams that meandered through the hills were bright and clear. The most vibrant aqua she had ever seen. The water was cool to her bare skin, but never cold - the perfect temperature to take her first breath away, but never powerful enough to make her uncomfortable. It would lap at her ankles, tickle the back of her calves - coax her to flow downstream with her.

Sometimes she wanted to - lay back and let the current taker her down, around the bends, to wherever it flowed - hidden beyond the horizon.

But she never could - the grass held her close.

It was what she looked forward to every night as she lay in her bed and shut her eyes.