candycoatedkarma
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Mar 4, 2010
It was Sunday- a perfect lazy afternoon in the gardens outside of her family's lovely white house. The rose bushes were being tended by the gardener, while her mother was chiding the gardener for planting white roses instead of red ones. They could always paint the roses red... Alice thought to herself, but could only giggle at the absurdness of the thought as she laid on her back in the grass- staring at the sky, filled with fluffy white shapes.
There was a book open on her chest, but Alice had grown distracted with the way the clouds danced above her, floating away and away. What should it be like to be a cloud, I wonder? her thoughts, as always, drifting from topic to topic aimlessly, and often without a thread of sense to string it all together.
Alice saw things much differently than anyone else, and life was an adventure when you didn't see things so conventionally. Her bright blue eyes always had a sparkle to them, a dreamy, far away look- like she wasn't there at all.
Her older sister was sitting neatly nearby with a book, in a prim velvet and lace dress and the finest hat atop her perfect curls. The book didn't look interesting to Alice, because there were no pictures and didn't seem to have much dialogue or fighting like all the good books should.
Just thinking about reading a boring, picture-less book was making Alice feel sleepy. Her eyelids drooped and she let out a sigh as her entire body completely relaxed. She was half-asleep when she saw something very strange...