In the Garden of Dream
Jul. 1st, 2005 04:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
awesome_lillyLilly is in her room sitting cross-legged on the bed. She knows all she has to do is want to be there, and she will, but Lilly doesn’t consider that fittingly dramatic enough for her first trip to Dream’s Garden. She closes her eyes, giggles and whispers “Abracadabra.”
When she opens them again, she is standing on a path of stones set in sandy soil. The sky above is the kind of bright blue that only exists in dreams and childhood memories and the sun is warm on her face. Lilly strolls down the path, smiling as it leads her to a sunken garden set in the hollow of rolling dunes. On either side, cattails wave in a breeze that carries a hint of salt.
The garden itself is more wild than cultivated, a tangle of paths and plants that couldn’t possibly grow together anywhere else. There’s also a small pond with a fountain of the David that at first glance looks dignified and beautiful. A second glance would reveal what part of the statue was the source of the water.
Lilly touches one of the water lilies floating on the surface of the pond, almost expecting it to disappear. The petals are reassuringly soft and solid. A chaise that might have been there all along appears next to the pond. Lilly stretches out on it, takes a sip from the best mojito she’s ever had and smiles.
The spray from the fountain mists over her, the scent of the sea is in the wind that plays with her hair, and the sun caresses her skin with warmth. It is a long, long time before Lilly leaves.
When she opens them again, she is standing on a path of stones set in sandy soil. The sky above is the kind of bright blue that only exists in dreams and childhood memories and the sun is warm on her face. Lilly strolls down the path, smiling as it leads her to a sunken garden set in the hollow of rolling dunes. On either side, cattails wave in a breeze that carries a hint of salt.
The garden itself is more wild than cultivated, a tangle of paths and plants that couldn’t possibly grow together anywhere else. There’s also a small pond with a fountain of the David that at first glance looks dignified and beautiful. A second glance would reveal what part of the statue was the source of the water.
Lilly touches one of the water lilies floating on the surface of the pond, almost expecting it to disappear. The petals are reassuringly soft and solid. A chaise that might have been there all along appears next to the pond. Lilly stretches out on it, takes a sip from the best mojito she’s ever had and smiles.
The spray from the fountain mists over her, the scent of the sea is in the wind that plays with her hair, and the sun caresses her skin with warmth. It is a long, long time before Lilly leaves.
