She wonders about the grass and the clouds- she finds the smallest things to occupy her thoughts. There is a constant bantering knocking around side to side. Her breaths are even and she’s in that state of peace right before sleep when you don’t feel that your muscles are not still anchored by your bones. Maybe this is the time of utter clarity when all is still just a slight bit fuzzy around the edges. It’s as though you’re looking through old lenses, your eyes have changed but the prescription glass still changes green figures into spring leaves. Her favorite smell surrounds her- the lavender mixed with vanilla wrapping it’s tendrils around her, lulling her into deeper depths of endless dreams. Her thoughts never seem to cease, they thrive off the complete peace at which her body lay. The gears still spin with blinding speed, though all is silent. The thoughts navigate the destination of her dreams. They don’t know if she’ll ever wake from this perspective view of the life she lives. The days pass slow but she always wonders about the endless possibilities this world has to offer.