She wondered aimlessly down the street. She searched for the path she knows all too well. Thirty steps forward, two to the right, turn left, fourteen steps forward, four steps to the left, and six steps backwards. There she found herself in the field. She was confused. It was different this time. The flowers were purple and red now. They used to be yellow and orange.
She stood at the edge of the field and peered across the horizon. She looked up at the sky; it was a cloudy day. One cloud was shaped like a daisy. It reminded her of the flowers. Once again she turned her attention back to the flowers. She studied them. She walked deeper into the field of the unknown flowers and sat with them. She told them everything. She told them what she had for breakfast. She told them what she did in school. She told them about her mother and father. She picked the tiniest flower out of the field and placed it in her hair.
Her laugh chimed through the air. The wind blew. The flowers sashayed left and right dancing to the wind’s tune. She rose from the ground and danced along with the flowers. Her giggles floated alongside the wind. She peered across the horizon. The sunset was gorgeous. It was almost time for her to return home. She looked up at the sky as it reflected the shades of purple and red. They reminded her of the flowers.
She knelt down and picked one up. She touched her finger to its core. A scene unfolded before her. Her and her lover sat in the field. They laughed. They sang. They peered up at the sky as he pointed out constellations to her. Then the wind blew and the memory vanished. She once again placed her attention the sky and smiled. She whispered to the wind and a single tear fell. Then turned on her heels and headed back home. Six steps forward, right four steps, turn right, fourteen steps forward, four steps to the right, thirty steps right.