The Daisy Field - Short Story by Jenna Ogilvie

The Daisy Field

As the wind blew through her hair, she knew that nothing was going to be wrong today. Nothing was going to go wrong. She knew it. She felt it. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath in, walking towards the street. Nothing but joy was filling up her mind. Many people were around. They watched as she pranced around the sidewalks, and through the streets. But she felt the fantasy. She was in the fantasy, living in it. She felt like she was walking on air. She felt like she was flying. This is a day she will never forget. This is one of those days that will last forever in her mind. Smiling was never so easy.

Although it only took twenty minutes, it felt like a lifetime to finally get where she wanted to go-- the daisy field. And much to her surprise, the daisies were as beautiful as ever, much like herself. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, the daisies were alive and well, nothing in the world could possibly go wrong. Once again, she closed her eyes. One by one she released all the problems that had been causing her stress. She imagined her parents weren't divorced, she imagined world peace and acceptance, and for her sister to move back home. She imagined that her history partner would pull her weight for the project. She opened her eyes and started searching. Gently floating - weaving - through all of the daisies. And though it didn't take long to find one, she lifted the dandelion up to her mouth. She closed her eyes again and made too many wishes to count. Pouring her heart into the wishes. Waiting to let go of everything. The tension built up. As she blew the dandelion, and the little seeds floated away, so did the tension, and everything else along with it. She let it all go. And the fantasies became a reality.

She suddenly felt a wash of warmth from the sun. It was always there, but her attention was never set on it. And as soon as she came to the realization, she sank into it. It was warm, calming. She closed her eyes, again. And with no worries in the world, she pulled her hands behind her back, standing in the middle of the daisy field. She imagined herself. Flying, falling, dreaming, laughing. She smiled. She could feel the daisies tickling her ankles. She was happy. For the first time since she could remember she was happy. Content. And she smiled. Smiled more and more and couldn't stop smiling.