Scribbles

No.41

Inside her mind was blank. There was nothing but the deepest black and it was calming on her soul. However, there was a part of her that yearned for the light, a part of her that knew the light was what she really needed, what she thrived on. So, slowly, she opened her eyes. They were met with the bluest of blues, the sky high above her, and suddenly she could feel. The heat of the sun on her skin, an ant running across her leg. Her fingers sunk into the long lush grass. She turned her head to look, the most vibrant of greens. Slowly she sat up, shaking stray blades of grass out of her hair and watching them cascade down around her. Looking around she noticed something odd. To her left there was as stool, on it a clock, not a normal clock, the ones you or I know, not counting the passing of time, this clock was counting the passing of days. Sixty days to be exact. She had the heart stopping feeling that was just how long she had been asleep for. She assumed she was asleep but undreaming. She was sat there tired and it is universally known that no matter how much sleep you have, you always wake up tired, so you can just imagine how tired she was feeling after sixty days asleep. The clock counting days wasn't the only thing odd that she noticed. She was surrounded by the broken husks of hundreds of flowers, no longer in bloom and pretty, but dead. Instinctively she reached out and touched one. From the point of connection on the dead flower and her fingertip, a ring of golden light travelled along the flower and restored it to life, it bloomed once more, un-folding its petals once again to drink from the sun. When it did, a butterfly rose from the centre and danced around her head. Elated, she touched another, and another, and another, bringing them back to life, each one containing a butterfly which flew away from the flower but stayed close to her. There were hundreds of flowers still that needed bringing back to life. So, she stood up, bringing a hand to her lips, she kissed it, then she blew that kiss out in a circle around her and watched as a golden circle of light left the point where she was standing and travelled out across the field she was in. Flowers bloomed, butterflies filled the air. Then, out of nowhere bird song could be heard and then the birds could be seen, in the sky and in trees that had just suddenly grown. She found herself surrounded by all kinds of creatures, rabbits, deer, horses, foxes, hedgehogs. She couldn't help but smile at the life a simple kiss had bought to the world and then she realised, it all made sense. The reason she was so drawn from the darkness to the light? She was the light.