The meadow.

You can smell the fresh, grassy spring smell. You stretch out your legs and the grass stems prickle your bare legs. Bright sunshine is warming your skin: you haven’t been outside for so long and the beauty of the day stuns you. You can hear birds singing from high in the blue sky and if you narrow your eyes against the sun you can see a couple whirling through the clear air.

A breeze blows through the branches of the tree you have your back against. The sound is so relaxing . . . your eyes fall shut, and in the increasingly dusky heat you fall asleep.

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