Flying

I have this recurring daydream. It’s really very simple. I am sitting, sometimes laying down on my stomach reading a book.

The world around is so very vibrant, but everything is tinged blue. The soft grass under me, the leaves on the trees. There is a small waterfall next to me creating white foam in the pale cerulean river as it hits the rocks. Winged fey play in my hair, their high giggles adding to the music of the forest around me. On my back, my wings flutter, creating a slight breeze.

I feel safe. I feel free. I feel at peace. I feel happy. A voice in the distance calls my name. I look up as the fey disappear, leaving gems (only borrowed, never take gifts from fairies). I stand up, letting my wings carry me home.

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