She had been digging for what seemed like a very long time. Her arms were sore. She was tired too. Yawning widely, she put the spade into the bucket sitting next to her. Too tired to dig any more, she slipped into the hole. It was just the right size for her. Curling herself up into a foetal position, her head resting on the edge of the shallow hole which had now become her resting place, she closed her eyes. It was not long before she drifted off to sleep.
Where was that music coming from? And that smell – it reminded her of pushing her nose right into the middle of the prettiest red rose. And those swirling rainbow colours – her favourite, soft pink. Oh, look! There was a swirl of yellow and green hugging each other. Somehow it all turned into different shades of blue. What a beautiful place she had gone to. But how did she get here, she wondered? The last thing she remembered was curling up and drifting off to sleep. Shrugging her shoulders she decided not to worry about it. Might as well enjoy it.
It didn’t feel like she had a body – and yet, she did. There was no weight, that’s what the difference was. She could drift or glide wherever she wanted to. Just by thinking about it. Oh, this was so much fun! This was a place she wanted to come back to lots and lots! If she stopped to listen closely to the music, the notes somehow appeared in front of her, right there, floating in the air. She could hop onto them and skip from note to note. When she did that, the music changed to follow her tune and rhythm! Waving her hands around like a conductor created even more notes along with the sounds of other instruments. Just like a real orchestra, she thought. Humming brought in the violins.
She became aware of someone touching her shoulder. This puzzled her for she had not seen anyone else in this place. Just as she opened her eyes she remembered thinking ‘I don’t want to go yet’. Still lying in the hole she had dug in her sandpit, Mummy was shaking her shoulder to wake her up.
“Come on, sweetheart. You fell asleep. It’s time to go inside now – it’s twilight.”
“Mummy, I had the best dream ever ………” she said as her mother picked her up to carry her in.
The three words for this challenge are drifting, twilight, spirit –
thank you to to Calen from Impromptu Promptlings
© Raili Tanska