AN: I OWN NOTHING OF THE SCOOBY DOO FRANCHISE!
Me: So it's two am, I have tea, and I felt like writing = D
Arya: So fall is our favorite season for many reasons and Colby, being a lot like Velma, thought it might be hers too.
Annabeth: Thus, our story was born ^^
Athena: A review would be much obliged :)
Ajihad: Enjoy the story me humdingers!
Senses:
She took a deep breath, her eyes closed as she extended her senses. The air was wonderful, it called to her. The warm scent of apple pie wafted from the windowsill of the kitchen and snaked it's way towards the living room window seat where she'd sat herself, the crisp autumn wind sending warm, inviting shivers down her spine as the world seemed to slow. Outside, she could smell the soft, calling decay as the leaving fell from their branches, decorating the world below with their colorful arrays of stillness as their lives ended and added to the beauty of the world. Beside her the mesmerizing scent of apple-cinnamon tea flooded her senses with warmth and comfort. From her hands the familiar musted perfume of a favorite book used over called to her, sending her mind tantalizing visions of falls long since passed. Softly, her eyes fluttered open and she gently pushed her slipping glasses up the ridge of her nose. Turning towards the window, her chin resting on her arm as she hugged her knees close, she observed the expanse of the world around her.
The trees were darkening as less light entered their warm, bark covered bodies and what leaves they had were colored in wonderfully beautiful shades of amber, gold, crimson, and chocolate as they said said their goodbyes to the home they'd loved, readying to embrace the dark unknown as so many of us will one day do. The grass was still green, though a dark emerald compared to the brilliant lime that they had one been, their time too was ending. The sun was almost setting, casting loving shadows on the world as it kissed them good night, hanging softly in the orange redness of the sky.
She hugged her knees closer, snuggling into the soft comfort of her favorite sweater, taking in the familiar cotton scent as she buried her nose in its depths. Taking her tea in her hands, she smiled as it warmed her skin. Lifting it to her lips, she drank. The delicious taste filled her mouth with the sweetness of cinnamon mixed with the warm baked taste of apple instantly spreading warmth throughout her entire body. A shiver of appreciation flooded down her spine and she set the mug down and picked up her book.
Smoothing the faded and torn cover of the beloved literature with her thumb and the love of that of a mother stroking the hair of her newborn child, she read the title she'd read only so many times before. 'To Kill a Mockingbird, by Harper Lee,' Stood embossed in crumbling silver letters and cracked words. Gently turning the cover, the spine creaked, years of use having worn out it's tired body. Lovingly, she stroked the yellowing pages and leaned forward, gently kissing the soft paper. "So, where did we leave again Jean Louise?" She asked of the page, knowing not for the first time that this was why life was incredible. This was the world. This was her. This was life.