Little bird

The buzzing of the cicadas was almost music; the whirling of bees in my ears. I laid in the roses on the ground careful not to hurt any.

I just laid there in the forest for what seemed like days. I new I had been there for at least 3 hours; I have always enjoyed laying about in the forest. So peaceful and calming, I have had sensitive senses all my life to the point will I get sick if I'm around the city or people to long because of there smell or loud noises.

I have been told before I smell very strongly of flowers, honey, and vanilla. I have never been able to us scented things, they make me sick. I have been sickly all my life, bit to me nothing was new.

The only place where I could be for long periods of time was the forest. The smell of the morning dew on the grass, it was so calming. All the noise of animals and insects; yet at the same time how still and quite they could be.

The forest was the place I went to escape the torture. The over baring smells the sounds, the to vivid colors that move to face, the rough feelings of all the manufactured products.

The grass had a natural rough to it, not forced, but at the same time it was smooth a feeling factory made things couldn't get. My thoughts were stopped when the pressure on my back worsened.

That was why I was out here, my back had been killing me. But my parents wouldn't care so I went to the forest. I rolled over onto my stomach, the pressure was relived a little bit but not much. It felt like my back was splitting in half. I could feel blood running down both sides of my back, then my head started aching. Like someone was trying and succeeding it pounding in my skull.

I knew I couldn't take much more of this, at the edge of my vision was going dark. I heard a light humming noise, before I could find out what it was I passed out.