Ginny walked along the side of the lake with shaky balance; some where in between a skip and a fall. She didn't care that her feet were getting muddy, and the wind had caused her hair to stray from her pony tail. It flew uselessly around her face, fluttering and whipping across her cheek. She didn't care that her skirt flew to the side and caressed the top of the water, or that her shirt skittered across her stomach; showing more skin than she would normally allow.
All she saw were the trees casting shadows on the lily's and the pansies and the Spanish moss that crept up slowly. All she heard were the birds and the wind and the beautiful lulling silence that surrounded her and consumed her and crept into her mind until she was walking asleep, with nothing filling her head but the ants crawling along the ground and the lizards lazing around her feet.
She felt anything but tiredness, but the calm made her sleepy and she hated it but loved it too much to step into the lake and make herself plunge out of the lull that had hurt her soul but healed it at the same time and oh…..how she wished he was here to push her in and make her awaken and make her know that the beauty around her was real and that it was not just a memory or a shadow.
But he wasn't there; so she slept and she walked and she resolved that maybe it was better just to stay. Maybe it was easier to just stay in that lull between reality and her fairy tale. Maybe it was better to not know which was real.