The young girl stands in the tall grass, still. Her brown hair flutters lightly in the wind, brushing against her face; she makes no effort to push it away, simply letting it be carried by the breeze.
She's wearing a long white sundress. A small yellow flower sits perched atop her head, stem nestled snugly in her hair.
The sun shines down, casting its gentle warmth upon her.
Without any direction, she moves. The grasses sway beside her as she gently passes by, bare feet light and soundless against the dirt as her hands part the green stalks.
She stumbles upon a small creek. The water lightly gurgles by, and she sits down cross-legged beside it. Stretching out an arm, she feels the river's lively flow as it passes between her fingertips.
She just sits and listens for a while, basking in the tranquility of the moment.
Eventually, it's time to go. Standing up, she crosses the creek. The soft mud of the riverbed feels warm as she steps into it, and she savors the sensation for a moment before moving on.
As she steps onto the top of a gentle hill, breathing lightly, she spots two figures in the distance. They're standing near a distant grove of trees, seemingly talking under the dark green leaves.
While their forms are nothing but blurred silhouettes, as if made from pure sunlight, she knows they mean well. Slowly, she begins to walk towards them.
Crossing another stream, she picks up her pace; eyes gazing ever so often at a distant bird, or at the soil beneath her feet. The world seems to stop for a split second as she does so – an infinity of crystal-clear moments within her mind's eye.
Stopping, she crouches down and picks up a small clump of dirt, feeling it break apart in her hands.
And then she's on her way again. Approaching the two, she finds them in a patch of beautiful white flowers, perfectly still as if waiting for her. The faint sound of rustling leaves glides by as she walks towards them.
And finally, they walk towards her, as if seeing her for the first time.
She sinks into their embrace, and not even the rays of the sun above can compare to the warmth that spreads through her entire form.
Amiya wakes up.
The desk in front of her is littered with paperwork. Looking up, she sees the Doctor sitting opposite to her; staring intently at yet another form.
She picks up her pen and is about to get back to work when he speaks.
"Finally awake?"
"Yes, Doctor." She tilts her head downwards for a moment, staring at the table. "I'm sorry for…"
"No, it's fine." He cuts her off. "However, I am curious about one thing."
"Yes, Doctor?"
She could feel his wide smile pointed at her, behind that ever-present mask he wore. "You were smiling."
"I was?" She looked back at him.
"Yes, you were, Amiya. Any particular reason?"
She smiled back at him.
"It was nothing, Doctor. Just a good dream."
AN: And now I'm sitting here, at 1:30 AM, wondering why I just spent an hour of my sleep writing this. It's probably an excessively flowery disaster, but creativity strikes at the strangest of times. Nonetheless, thanks for reading.
I should probably go back to writing The Ice Rabbit's Assistant.
Meh, will do that tomorrow. Good night (or good morning, I suppose), everyone.
