recreation {joshler}

eleven - dandelions

Josh lays still, he sighs as it itches but he can't scratch, his casts are preventing him.

"It's spring, Josh."

"It is?"

"Yeah, the snow has melted. Flowers are starting to bloom. I can see beautiful blue flowers peeking their nose out into the world."

"What else do you see, tell me every detail."

"Well, there's a dog running in the park. It's chasing a rabbit. The bunny doesn't seem scared, though, inspired I'd say. In a way, it's running because of the dog, so the dog is helping it."

"I had a kitten."

"I'm more of a cat person myself."

Josh chuckles, every time he learned something new about Tyler, he keeps falling, for him that is.

"Oh, but the flowers are priceless. I can see dandelions. When I was younger, I use to pick them up and give a bouquet to my mother. I couldn't tell the difference between the different flowers, but it's only a few years later that I realized they were weeds. A bad herb. My mother never said a word, she always saw them as beautiful. She always saw the meaning behind things and not stop only at their appearance. I learned from the best."

"I love dandelions. They're the rejects of the flowers."

"Exactly."

"Kinda like me."

"Like I said, I love dandelions. I love the ones that stand out, the beautiful ones."