She was in a field of daisies with rose petals all around her. She inhaled.
A long deep full breath.
Filling her lungs up with the air around her.
She was in Heaven.
What a scent.
A woman who ran the farm, two farms down, grew these roses, and they smelt like her bliss.
She lay back and inhaled again.
How do I describe this happiness?
These scents?
She thought.
Roses.
And the softness of the petals.
The slight breeze that thankfully wafted the roses’s scents around her nostrils.
She inhaled and fell back deeper into the ground. Into the grass and the rose petals.
To my Grandma in Heaven.
Home: https://ato.art.blog/
Ato Malinda writes… 