This morning, as I lay in bed struggling to shake the dreams from my hair, Mycelia emerged from her bedroom all dressed, hair brushed, holding a special bouquet she picked and bound herself, ready for the new spring day.
What'd you do?
Well I tied a rope on to them, so that it could be a bouquet.
A bouquet of dandelions. And what's this dress you're wearing?
It is... I don't know what flowers they are. Do you?
No. Is it too big for you?
Well it's still too big for me but I don't care.
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