Spiraling…
By
Eliza Bradbury
Queen
Lyla sat in her private chamber and stared at her bouquet of flowers. She felt
s…l…e…e...p…y, very sleepy indeed. Her
eyes started to spiral, she felt tingly as she was sucked into a hypnotic daze.
Color, lots of color! Red like her blush, white like winter, purple like her gown,
pink like her lip gloss, green like the bushes in the courtyard.
She
suddenly awoke to the sound of a fly buzzing in her ear.
excellentmondo! Now I can see her hypnotic peacefulness broken when she jumped up and began batting the fly away. Or hit her own ear and smashed the fly into it.
ReplyDeletelove it and congratulations, Eliza!!!
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