Linger
Blue. Spots of white misty clouds hanging low. That was what the sky looked like to every other person; every other person but her. In her eyes, the sky was a vast expanse, one that not only carried the blue clearness and white puffs of clouds lazily floating by. No, to her, it was filled with much more. The world that she sees is different from other people. Hazy images of islands floating alongside the clouds would be reflected in her eyes. The islands had always been in her line of sight, but to others, it was merely brushed off as a figment of her imagination.
There were times when she wished that she was not able to see the floating islands, but, thinking back on those thoughts, she reconsidered. She would rather be able to see the islands float about; it was something that only she was able to appreciate, after all.
No matter how hard her friends and family tried to persuade her that she was merely seeing illusions created by her mind, she would persist in her belief of the islands. Hours would be spent outside, a sun umbrella in hand, and her gaze looking up at the vast expanse of the blue sky, eyes following the path the floating islands were moving. She smiled, it was just breathtakingly sublime.