She was lost in the familiar woods. You can never know any patches of woods to the point that you know every single leaf things like that are alive always changing, breathing, and moving. But it was okay she wasn't afraid in this place it was the most peaceful place that she had ever found herself. She knew shed be back to herself and her normal life very soon and she wanted to make the most of her time. She loved the way the birds sung loudly and that the sun shone so brightly that it warmed her even thought the dense canopy that made it nearly impossible for her to even see the sun. The breeze stirred the leaves from the trees and her long hair carrying the wonderful scent of wild roses. Then as if the scent had summoned them as she stepped in the clearing she\e was surrounded by the most beautiful roses that she had ever witnessed. Shades from red to yellow were represented and ever shade in between. She stepped further into the clearing and could not help but to reach out and pick a single blossom.
The bloom was perfect completely open none of the petals hidden and the most breath taking shade of pale yellow that see had ever laid eyes ion. She inhaled the scent of the blossom and shut her eyes letting the scent take her were it might lead. Then as she opened her eyes again she began to hear a whisper of sound upon the winds that told her that her time was growing short in this place. She smiled sadly to herself. Knowing the sound was to become her summons. To return to her normal story of a life she was being called out of this blissful story that she would love to be hers. Even as she had the though the sound increased in volume and made itself know as a voice. When she opened her eyes again she was back in her room lying on her unmade bed in her cluttered room a book open in front of her. Suddenly a head poked into the room. "Didn't you hear me calling you?" "Sorry no I was reading. Guess I got lost in the story." If only she could tell how true those words were. "Always the bookworm just like your father…" her mother paused clearly looking for something to change the subject. "You got a secret admirer?" She asked tilting her head towards her daughter. Confused she looked down at the perfect yellow rose still held tightly in her grasp. The surprise was clear on her face.