Just a Little More Spice

Warmth prickled his skin. A cool breeze blew past, drowning out the soft whistling of birds. There was noise to his right. The sound of liquid sloshing back and forth. He imagined a stream of crystal clear water flowing down from the mountaintops of verdant greens. He felt serene. As if being embraced by billowing clouds softly blowing in the wind.

With the rustling of leaves, he imagined an ipê tree. Where the petals fluttered down from the azure sky, raining like droplets of pink embers. The sun radiated from the heavens above and shined golden like dandelion vibrance.

It was his dream—creative, unfettered. Perfect. In every definition. Beautiful. In all its splendor…

Then he opened his eyes.

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