Prompt: the language of flowers, pyjamas, a secret passageway
If it was a dream, then it was a very good dream. The flowers were pungent with their perfume, sweet and gentle, almost dreamlike. It had to be a dream because I was still in my fuzzy green pyjamas, my old favorite that I could never bear to get rid of.
A whisper, almost like the wind. When I started to walk, the sound got older.
This way, this way.
A tickle on my ankles, green leaves touching, pushing me along. I keep moving, propelled by a curiosity that consumed me.
I come to a cliff, there was a waterfall there.
She’s here, she’s here.
I turned around…nothing.
Come closer, to the waterfall.
Yes…she’s the one.
The one, the one…
I pressed my hands against the cliff side. I gasped. There was a cave back there.
Come in, come…
Without hesitation, I leaped in and disappeared into the unknown secrets of the flower garden.
