Daydreaming AgainSorra could feel the cool grass against her bare arms and calves, the only parts of her body that were not clothed. The smell of wild flowers and trees was in her nose, and the sound of a soft breeze filled her ears. The sunlight, usually a yellowed white, was tinted bright orangey-red through her closed eyelids, and its rays beat upon her face and body, covering her like a warm blanket. She could almost hear creation calling out her name: “Sorra… Sorra…” with each sway and whisper of the grass around her. “Sorra… Sorra…”Daydreaming Again22 minutes ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She opened her eyes to the classroom where she spent most of her days to stare at her teacher with a confused expression for a moment. Instead of the grass, she felt a hard wood desk chair. Replacing the smell of flowers, she inhaled dry-erase markers and paper. She heard the ticking of a clock where she expected a breath of air. Rather than sunlight, fluorescent lights cast a dull, hazy grey over the classroom.