Flower Crown

He stopped running when he found himself on the edge of a glade. Accustomed to the dim light of the forest, the blinding yellow glare of the sun was unbearable to him but he didn't care. He was too scared of the forest and he rushed to the middle of the brilliant clearing without thinking. BAM! He nursed his aching nose and was about to cry again when he realized what he bumped into: it was a GIRL. The girl was about the same age as him. Her skin was fair and her hair reached her waist. She was wearing a white dress and most peculiarly, a crown of flowers.