When I wrote this, I only had the first line and the feeling I wanted to invoke. As I'd like to know if I made a good job, I kept the title a bit of a secret at least for now. I would love if you head over to the comments and tell me what emotion you felt while reading this exactly 150 word drabble
She loved to dream. In her dreams, she was a fairy, she could soar through the sky, feeling weightless. Her worries were lifted of her shoulders, her burdens left on the ground. In her dreams, she was free.
She dreamed vividly, her dreams seemed almost more alive than reality. The real world seemed a dull and boring place so whenever she felt like it, Flora stepped into her dreams. Her colourful wings would unfold, lifting her to the skies.
Her dreams were her secret world, magical, full of adventure. Friends, love, anything she wished for. It was everything, she did not have in the real world. Laughter, hugs, time spend with her friends. Soft caresses, soft touches and kisses from her blue haired boyfriend. He would paint her.
Yet, no matter how much she wished for it, those dreams were just that. If only they were reality, but they weren't.