Khaki

I saw myself in the local newspaper today. It was... interesting:P. Just thought I'd share that bit of news.

Now onto a bit of an adventure.

He jolts awake to find himself here. The sprouts of fine green prick at his bare feet as he walks through this unknown vast land. Where is he? The moon is bright and he observes all. There, in the far distance a beautiful grand tree. It's branches sway lightly in the gentle breeze. The green leaves flutter quietly like butterflies on the end. Their thin, bony fingers beckon him to come closer. It bathes in a luminous glow which is as enchanting as a siren's call. He succumbs and advances towards the magic that cries to him.
The glow is blinding as he reaches closer to the tree. When he reaches the base he looks back. He could see the serenity of it all. The quiet undisturbed area. The grass standing tall and proud, except for the distant flattened area where he once lay. A beautiful scent tickles his nostrils. It smells like life itself, a mixture of springtime and fairy dust. He could smell within it the comfort of freshly baked cookies, the spice of the heated streets of India, the freedom of the ocean and beyond. The exotic fragrant lures him closer to an unseen place.
The sun rules this land and not the moon but he does not notice this for there, she sat. A creature of perfection with long jet black hair. The never ending curls flow past her shoulders and he aches, oh how he aches to run his fingers through such fine silk. Simple baby blue fabric hugs loosely around her slender body, which perches itself lazily against the rock. She turns slowly and smiles, as if she had expected him to come. He gasps at such beauty. Piercing emerald eyes placed on sun kissed cheeks look back at him. He is unable to move for she seems to identify him; seeing his needs and desires. He breaks off his gaze and is ashamed of what she discovers. A melodic laugh tinkles the air and he cannot help but glance once more.
The hair is still black but now mangled and course. The blue fabric that once was meticulously woven strangles her body as rags. Her skin is deathly pale and thunder roars in the background. But the eyes. They are the damage.
For when he looks, empty, soulless white pupils stare back at him.

Until then.
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