The blue sky laid above you, sprawling out around the world. Clouds tattered here and there. The sun making a warm blanket around you. The summer breeze blowing in your hair. As if pulling you into a bench. You say done near a tree. Leaves falling around your presence. The smell of flowers and petals in the air. You inhaled the blissful scent. Unforgettable and refreshing.

You smiled warmly, picking up a little flower and twirling it in between your fingers. Your legs crossed at the ankle. The air flowed around you. Cold—yet comfortable. A cool-down from the beaming sun. You let out a soft, content, sigh. Closing your eyes—and letting your imagination see for you. The smell of flowers bloomed in your mind. Beautiful Lilles and tulips grew in a garden.

A gloved hand poked your head. Jerking back into the world—your eyes snapped open. Turning your head swiftly to see who was behind you. It was none other then your dearest lover iTrapped. He stood over you, leaning down, his yellow hair brushed against your face. A smile ok his face.

“Greetings, my dear..”

He sat next to you. Gracefully setting down at your side, his blue cape behind him and his ice crown glinted in the light. You cracked a smile. You loved how he used the most advanced yet sweet vocabulary. You couldn’t pass the chance to tease him on it EVER!

You called him out on it, no heat under your insults. Using a British accent to impersonate him. Though he doesn’t have the slightest of accent. He smiled at your heatless teasing and let out a bark of laughter. Just as amused as you were. His smile turned sly and mischievous as his eyes glinted amusement and entertainment. He looked at you, flicking your forehead in a playful-yet gentle manner.

“Oh shush! I don’t speak like that.”