I see a face in my head of a young girl. Though I am convinced I have no idea who she is, she looks familiar. She is wearing a blue patchwork dress with yellow ribbons in her blond braided hair. She is also wearing white leggings and black mary janes. In her hands is a notebook with a pen. She is running through a field of daisies. Then everything goes black. My dream goes dark.
I feel dizzy so I open my eyes. It takes a second for them to adjust to the brightness of . . . . of the sun? I look around and all I see is tall grass around me. I look up to a blue sky. It's daytime? But it was night when I went to sleep. Plus, I did not fall asleep here. Did I? I stand up and gain my balance before looking over a field of . . . . . of daisies! Wait this was where the little girl was. Right? But it can't be. No. I tell myself. No way. I don't know where to go. How do I get home? What is this place? I look this way and that but all I see is daisies, grass, sky and sun.