It was a beautiful day. A lovely day indeed.
The roses smelled beautiful, the sun giving off a warm aura. The trees had their leaves back from the previous winter, and the bees were buzzing from one flower to another. Then there was her.
She was gorgeous. She had bright blue eyes and dark brunette hair. She stood in the meadow as I watched her, taking in her beauty. She looked up and smiled at me with a daisy in her hand.
That was her favorite flower, a white daisy. It had been that way since she was 5.
I stood at the back of the meadow, covered in the shade of the trees. For that was my favorite spot.
The sun made her glow a soft yellow. Her little brother stood far off with their parents and the other side of the meadow.
She was my drug.
