I drifted into a hazy consciousness as I tried to remember. 
The air was sweet. I remember that: air that was like a fragile daisy. The sky was a light and meaningful blue, uninterrupted by the grey puffs that currently seemed to plague it every day. And the sun, the sun seemed to lace itself between the cracks that separated the surrounding houses. I was wearing a grey jacket and a white shirt. With shoes that were… red? Yes. Red. The world was warm. Warm, but not humid. I had read about humidity in old books that I found in the library. Of course, nobody had even dreamt of humidity in 100 years. Not after the water turned brown, the sky grey, and the grass a dead shade of tan. The Earth had been… no. 
Now, the walls. They were… green? No, not green. Blue! Yes. With blue stairs as well. There were different colors on the walls, too. Yellow. But not just yellow…  red, and orange, and every color of every old sunset I’d ever seen. Flowers. That’s what they were. Flowers in colorful pots. Roses and tulips and daisies. And everything, all of the color and serenity, just coexisted for a split second. For a moment, it was real.  And then I felt myself wake up.
The last thing on my mind: daisies.
Grandma had told me about daisies. She told me about all sorts of flowers she used to see. How marvelous they were. How cruel people were to them. She told me how the world used to be covered in grass and light. I imagined a pinkish sky at dusk rather than a dreary grey. I replaced the ashes that lined sleeping streets with flourishing, green grass. And as for the dead shrubs that surrounded my city, I pictured daisies. 
But the more I sat in my bed, still groggy from the sudden wake, the more I forgot. And I drifted into a hazy consciousness as I tried to remember.
The air was sweet. I remember that: air that was like a fragile daisy.
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    Sandra James
    Sandra James(@sandra-james)
    2 years ago

    Let’s hope we never forget daisies, green grass and beauty! A very thought provoking story – I think I will be reminded every time I see daisies 🙂

    Susan Dawson
    Susan Dawson(@susan-dawson)
    2 years ago

    Some lovely descriptions of the air and sun. I know what it is like when a dream fades so quickly as one tries to hang on to it.

    Eric Radcliffe
    Eric Radcliffe(@eric-radcliffe)
    2 years ago

    A sad story, perhaps memories become fresher than reality? I hope not, long live the bee?

    Lotchie Carmelo
    Lotchie Carmelo(@lotchie-carmelo)
    2 years ago

    The repetition of words makes it more wonderful. I love all your description of your story, Mia. Especially your description of the daisy and the air. Good job.

    Last edited 2 years ago by Lotchie Carmelo
    2 years ago

    This is an absolutely beautiful story, Mia. You are reminding us of how precious this planet really is, with its myriad of multi-colored flowers, its still-blue skies, its breathable air. We must not take all this for granted; every reminder is important to help us all stay awake and aware of our actions or non-actions. Thank you!

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