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𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑶𝑶𝑵 𝑰𝑺 bright, brilliant, and beautiful as it beams over my body, encasing me in a light silvery glow. There I lay, stretched out on my back in the wet grass. In the wide open space of the mystical-like meadow. I began to take notice of other things about its majestic appearance.
Like how it's covered in dew. That sparkles exuberantly, resembling that of diamonds as it rest in the grass.
Or how the greenery wears the dew. Like how crowns wear jewels in their pinnacles. And how walls have decorations only put on for display. 𝑌𝑒𝑠! I thought to myself, that's what it is. The Grass wears the condensation to show off or show case itself. As if it realizes that without it, it would be boring.
Plain.
And tall.
Just withering in the wind.
A description that I often affiliated myself with. For I knew that I was nothing special to look at. Nor was I someone who stuck out in a crowd. I sorta just moved with it. I was always the type to just fit in and become invisible. But even as I compared myself with this fact, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy and pity for the grass. It wasn't long before the undercurrents of a new feeling began to arise. At first I tried to shake it off, but each time I did my surroundings, became more hazy. But, as I began to analyze and refocus on my ambiance I noticed how vivid and real the dream became.
The strange feeling that I seemed to have obtained was a feeling similar to that of déjà-Vu. And in some strange way, it felt like I was here, but not really here in this gorgeous meadow. I felt my eyes widen as I slowly began to realize what the feeling was that was bothering me.
I was having a Lucid dream.
Like an itch that had been scratched, the relief was instant once my brain was able to comprehend the subtle issue of my whereabouts.
Now knowing that I was asleep and not awake at all, I took more time to process everything my vision took in. I stood up from where I lay in the grass, feeling the wind shift between my curly black hair. Which was now frizzy from the wet grass. Odd, I thought.
This lucid dream seemed a bit too realistic. My hair seemed to have a natural response to this vivid haze of a vision. But how could I know? This was my first experience, after all.
So I didn't ponder on that as the wind began to whip around me. Almost in a playful manner as if to say, "look at me," "look at me". In which I giggled to myself at that thought.
But the noise that escaped from me seemed so far away. And so did everything else. My vision became blurry as my eyes zeroed in on the moon. Once again reminded of how beautifully stunning it is. And I watched as it cast its silvery glow, which was upon me not too long ago, unto the grass, as if claiming it as its own.
Even in the embrace of the light the moon cast, or even the multiple beads of water that favored diamonds, it was blatantly clear that the grass was still grass.
