She lay on her back on the grass, which was holding her up like she was their queen. All around her, she could see vast landscapes covered with the plant, stretching beyond infinity. She turned her head back up towards the sky, dotted and sprayed with shining white dots that were the stars. Amidst the soothing music of those stars, she spotted the moon, round and regal. Yet another infinity, she thought.
The sky. Was it the wall of a chamber or the road to freedom? Was it confining or liberating? She did not know about that, but she did know that it was refreshing, vastened her imagination like itself. Took her to places.
One such place was the star slightly to the left. Definitely not the brightest, it was the star which took her eye when she sweeped the sky with her eyes. She directed her thoughts back towards that place, that star.
Who knew what might be happening there? Would there be hard, black rock forming pools of red hot lava or would there be a light blue sky, splayed with bright-coloured rivers running through forests of icicles? Would there be tiny carriers of life trotting forth on the path or would there be magnificent giants sitting on cliffs?
It might happen that a person lying down on the ground in that place, just like her, and looking up at the sky, just like her, could be thinking of the landscapes out there in the places in the sky, just like her. Now that she came to think of it, it may happen that she was watching herself from another dimension!
She looked around her again. Dew drops settled down on the grass were glinting with joy as they reflected the light of the moon. The air blew fresh as it held hands with the grass.
She breathed, sitting up, and found herself at her desk, writing.
Ah, imagination.
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