𝓹𝓸𝓻𝓬𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓫𝓸𝔂 // 𝓷𝓮𝔀𝓽𝓶𝓪𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 ✿

Meadow Fairy

I dreamt this.

Newt spinning wildly within the Glade, except the grass was golden, and there was no walls. Or buildings or inhabitants for that matter.

The birds flitted through the sky, and his fingertips brushed the grass. The sun was low in the sky, casting heavenly shadows upon his face. A mysterious melody played in the background.

He seemed curious and alive. Alert but at peace. He flopped his back down into the grass and gazed at the sky. His lanky fingers pointed out shapes in the clouds.

"A daisy!"

"A.. well a bunny perhaps."

"Yes see that's his nose!" He exclaimed, talking to himself.

He splayed out his arms and legs wide, letting the grass wrap him in it's blanket. He laid here, basking in the sunlight. As the sun sank below the horizon, his eyes closed, and he slept.

Like a fairy in a meadow. No cares, nothing at all to think about, except the adventures that tomorrow would bring.

I imagine he would've slept in. Woke up and drank from a stream, then redid yesterday all over. I wouldn't know though.

"Tommy, Tommy wake up" His crystalline voice echoed.