The Imaginings of Paradise
by Laurel Black
This place was peaceful, dreamlike even. It was like something out of those fairytales my parents used to read to me. The refreshing country air, the verdant hills, with an ocean nearby, I couldn’t help but feel at ease. Even if I did have the choice to wake up elsewhere, I didn’t want to. It was obvious.
And yet, a part of me me I couldn’t, no matter how sweet my dreams were.