Her soul, pure. Her face, pure, free from make-up. And yet, she still looks angelic.
Her eyes, as they fluttered open, she stretched her limbs and yawned slightly, scratching the back of her head gently.
She sat up, her crystal blue eyes took in her surroundings, observing every nook of the tree she had been laying on.
Who is she? Where is she? How did she get here? She do not know, nor is she curious about that.
Then she saw it, the brightness of it stung her eyes, yet the warmth of it mix with the cool breeze made her feel safe.
Slowly, she stood up, stumbling every second as she holds the tree for support.
Reaching her hands up, she struggles to grab ahold of that golden orb but to no avail, failed.
Turing to her back, she traced her fingers on the dark brown tree. Feeling the textures of the rough material.
Her eyes scanned her surroundings again, catching the view of evergreen all around her.
As she slowly took a step forward, she tripped, falling face first onto the soft green moss.
No she wasn't hurt, she lay on the plants, everything is so soft. Then she noticed it, the white-lace dress on herself.
As she stood up once again, she grab hold of the white material and walk forward towards the evergreen.
Once she took a step, she could not stop. As she broke into a run, a soft laugh escaped from her mouth, she felt...free. the wind blew in her face, hair flowing behind her.
Yet, she collapsed onto the soft green moss once more. She looked to find a flower with pale pink petals beside her head as she reached a finger to touch it.
A yawn then escaped her lips as she folded her arms under her head and fell into a peaceful slumber, for eternity...
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Bliss
Short StoryAs her eyes flutters open, she found herself in a pure white-lace dress. No memory of who she is and where she came from, she began to see the world. Short story!! Why written? No idea!! Also not my photo.