I picked up my snow white kitten from the lush grass. She was softer than the fluffy clouds in sky above me looked, and they looked very soft.I grabbed her under her to front legs and held her above my head. She let out a meow and I brought her back down to give her a hug.
My kitten and I were the only one here in the meadow. It was a beautiful place, surrounded by a forest of tall oak trees. There were many flowers, I was sitting in a patch of clovers and daisies.
I was attempting to weave daisies and dandelions into a flower crown, as I had seen others do in movies, when I picked up on a muffled sound. I couldn't pinpoint where it was coming from. I brushed it off as my mind playing tricks on me and went back to my flower crown.
