Flowers chase me

Falling sweetly

In my dreamtime

Follows Meekly

I glanced at the wooden contraption on the mantle. My chair scraped against the floorboards as I rose to my feet, gripping the dusty table edge for newly needed support. The door squealed as I drifted past, out into the cold, into the night.

Magic was all around me, whispering through the trees as it lowered dainty flowers to the ground.

This is my world, welcome to it.