Her World

She would lie on a fresh, untrimmed patch of green, her eyes closed, listening to the birds chirping and the wind whispering in her ear, the rays of the sun kissing her face.  The noise of the world on silent, and it was just her and her own world, hand in hand with nature. Uninvited thoughts would try to intervene, but she would simply cover her eyes with her elbows, the tips of her fingers touching the green, as if reminding herself of something important. A deep breath of fresh air, and she was right there where she was meant to be, in her dreams...