Ensconced in a dream: waking to a fantasy
The sky was a bright azure as she lay on her back, admiring the contrast created by the lush verdant foliage of the huge walnut tree that was in the farthest corner of the field. Lost in the moment, she squinted through the gaps in the dense foliage, spotting an occasional red speck punctuating the frame and it always seemed to vanish faster than it had appeared. It fascinated her no end and sometimes she was so taken up by the sight that she slipped into a languid stupor, only to be rudely woken up by her name wafting in spurts through the valley. This was her favourite position and safest haven; she waited eagerly every morning to escape to this retreat, for a while beneath this soothingly serene canopy. All of ten, she felt a strange tug to the spot and was often reprimanded by her mom for loitering off from the field where she and man...