Clouds. Surprisingly, the first image that popped into my mind at this prompt was a bright blue sky, with a wholesome white cloud.
A summer cloud, if you will.
It’s surprising. I would have expected my first thoughts to be dark, grey and miserable but my mind conjured out something beautiful.
I thought clouds and I thought blue sky.
I thought blue sky and I thought summer.
I thought summer and imagined staring up to the heavens.
I imagined staring up and began dreaming of free falling.
Of being caught by a soft fluff of white clouds.
The science student within me scoffed.
But I quietened her down for the sake of fiction.
What if the clouds could catch me.
What if I could lie within them, floating along.
Take a book with for company.
Tour the world, dodging planes and birds…
There would be marshmallows.
I don’t know why, there just would be.
My mind is… strange.
It brings me stories, illogical and impossible.