Imagine: a short scene

 

Imagine

Sloping plains filled with tall grass and wildflowers formed silver and green waves that undulated with the touch of the slight breeze, and the smell of summer in the air mingled with freshly rained on dirt. The sun kept disappearing behind fluffy clouds that lazily drifted through the sky, only to gently reappear with a glow that warmed everything that it touched. Cool winds rustled through the leaves of the trees dotted throughout the field, carrying the yells and laughter of four young girls.

                The dew on the grass grabbed onto her shins and slid back onto her calves as she ran through the field. She egged on her friends to outrun her while they yelled playful insults in return; the sun watched the interaction through a soft haze. The girl felt arms wrap around her torso, pinning her own arms to her side, as one of her friends yelled “gotcha” in her ear. The pair stuttered to a stop, and the girl yelled out in mock despair. She felt another weight run into the two of them and a second pair of arms wrap tightly around the two. They teetered towards the right, barely gaining their balance and giddy with giggles. The sun disappeared behind another massive cloud; wrapped in each other’s arms, the girls craned their necks to watch it pass. The edges of the cloud were too blinding to make out, but there were shadows that carved ridges and deep dents and soft highlights that further accentuated the darkness. It made her wonder how something so shapeless could take shape and move as one.

                A third weight was all it took to brush that from her mind and fall in a similar, shapeless way. Her friends fell on top of her, pressing her into the grass and making the right sleeve of her hoodie soak up the left-over rain. The pressure of their bodies on her made it hard for her to regain her breath from all the running and yelling, but it felt good. Looking at their faces and hearing their laughs—it made her feel loved; the sun peeked out from behind the cloud again, warming their cheeks with a soft glow. The pressure of their bodies made her feel known. And the thought of that warmed her more than the sun ever could.

I wrote this a year or so ago, and it was inspired by the friendships in Wonder Egg Priority. I don't have a proper name for this, so I called it "imagine" because it started off as more of a feeling instead of fleshed-out prose (I hope I'm using that word right).

Anyway, I'll let the text speak for itself.