Flower Fields.

LILY OF THE VALLEY

    

     I wake up bundled in the warmth of a meadow. The flowers seem to wrap around me, protecting me from the harsh wind outside. Upon my sitting up they stand straight up, like soldiers, guarding me from every harm.

     The stream seems to be even clearer, the trees sway in a harmonious dance, and the birds sing their sweetest chords. Walking down to get a drink of water, a lily of the valley steals my gaze. There's only one, whirling in it's own lonely step. It reminds me of, well, me. Surrounded by people that just aren't quite what you are. Having to live your own little performance, a solo, never to be watched.

     But this little flower is being watched. By pure luck she has found someone else, who just doesn't quite fit in, twirling her own little dance.

     As I walk home, I grasp a stem with it's little bell shaped flowers attached, and a phlox is braided into my hair. My mother would wear her hair like this; it was like a name tag. A floral name tag. A little boy stops me a few yards from my house. "Are you Phlox's Daughter?" he asks. I nod.

     "I need to ask you something." With that he motions for me to crouch so he can whisper it in my ear. As soon as I do he scrambles forward and says, "Can you take me there?" It's apparent he means The Meadow, as my mother and I are the only people who had ever been there. I glance down at my lily. It sways slightly as if to say, "Take him."

     He looks at me anxiously, expecting denial. I smile, reassuringly, and nod. The look of pure joy washes away any doubts I have, he was the same sparkle in his eyes as I did, when my mother took me. He hugged me with a force I had no idea such a small child could have.

     We walk together towards the well. When we get there I make him promise to never tell anyone about this place unless the flowers tell him to. He looks a little confused at the last part but swears he won't tell.

     I take him down the small hidden trail. The path abruptly stops; it's to throw of those who have not been told. I take his hand and lead him into the thickest looking part. As soon as we're within a few feet the underbrush disappears, shifting and spining, making a perfect road into the meadow.

     The little boy gasps. the meadow welcomes him with open arms. Birds sing harmonies and chords. The stream's babbling is extra calming. And the flowers, oh the flowers. Thousands of flowers turn their faces into the sun, opening their petals as wide as they go. Dew forms on the leaves, glistening in the afternoon sun. Yes, this place was truly alive, shifting and dancing into the most amazing, welcoming, beautiful place on earth.

     I lead him to the middle of this haven of nature and the earth shifts to make a comfortable seat, the grass thickens to make a cushion, and the bird hop to the left, to still cast their medley over us. The song is one of hope, hope to bring back life to the meadow.

    Ummm.. Sorry It's so short. It just it seemed like a good place to stop. So thank you for the 4 reads! Whoever read my story I hope you didn't need bleach! I won't be updating nearly as often as I have because I already wrote these chapters, I just had to have them looked over.

    Word count (including AN.) 619.

    P.S. Thx @Blue_Lunar_Moon for the editing. :)