The sickness continues to grow within me...
The Stravanian Princess sat on the stoop of the tree. She brushed her black hair and placed it in a ponytail, with a pipe in her mouth puffing weed in the air; her calm grey eyes still examined me as I lay on a pile of roses, making sure I was safe. She then continued to look over my infant self and a pit bull puppy playing with one another; she lit up her pipe once more and exhaled the sweet smell of Mary Jane. This peculiar earthy scent danced and twirled as if it were a ballerina, spinning its sweet flowery scent in the air then flowing straight into my nose. This ballerina managed to awaken me from my slumber.
Birds fly above me as they plant a kiss on my cheek with their feathery wings, I wake up to notice my infant self giggling as the birds continue to sing. "It's already morning," I thought... but she is still not here. I begrudgingly rise up from the pile of flowers, my lips begin to crack a tiny smile as I see my tiny hands waving around with a huge grin upon my tiny face.
Dark clouds blinded my dispirited sight, I tried my best to shout