Sleep is a great thing. It makes you fade away from the world for a second.
Away from grief .
Away from pain.
The sky was a pale white. The roses were crumbling.
Then a shadow touched a rose. The rose bloomed and turned yellow.
Yellow roses.
Oddly, the shadow had a familiar and joyful presence. The shadow plucked a fully bloomed yellow rose and held it out for me to take. I touched it.
It withered.
The shadow scurried away.
Yellow roses and lilies swooped up from the ground and covered me, pulling me down. In the distance, the shadow was poking at the dirt. It was planting a seed.
The seed has been planted.
