Nature's Gift

Aron's fishy breath kept the pillows warm. Rós rolled back onto her pillow, wondering if there was a block of ice below. She took her hand out from between her legs. "It feels like I haven't left home." It only took one look at the blazing sky for her to see how deceiving the blue skies were. Her country was not the perpetual winter that everyone thought it was, but their summers were always mild.

The wind blew cracked autumn leaves into the house. Rós flicked them away but they only flew back. Fixated at the one floating in the corner of the treehouse, she saw the cobwebs glisten.

Sitting up, she peered outside the window to admire the glorious Mt. Ivan and the mouth of its face. She could see herself climbing the firm rocks and its green pastures hidden in the haze. Tranquil choirs of birds and cicadas were interrupted by disgruntled snoring.