Aesthetic short stories

rain drops

They fall from the sky, and plop down onto the earth.

Plip, plop.

Crashing down onto the leaves of tree's,

Drip drip

Dripping off the tips of the leaves, and falling down to the ground.

I sit back on ny couch, sipping tea, and a blanket wrapped around me.

Grays and a slight blue were coloring the air, and the scent of rain was earthy and heavy.

I give a slight grin, and let the colors and scents fill my senses and my vision.

My tea, which had honey in it, spouted a light green flower, and the grays and blues formed a soft pastel looking whale, who gave me a fin wave.

I looked up at the ceiling and the scent of lavender was present.  Purple leaves flowed down, slowly blinding up on my head forming a crown.

The smell of wild flowers filled my nose, as the sprouted flower wraps around my waist and lifts me up.

Suddenly I'm on a hill, green grass and gray flowers are everywhere

The sky was full of cotton candy clouds, and green tea rained down.

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I suddenly wake up, and look around.

It was just a dream

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Idk

Does anyone read these?

And if so, are these lil aesthetic short stories ok?