Bare feet on moist grass take one step and then another as a head in the clouds looks down toward the ground.
Every daydream coalesces into a fixed yellow point resting on top of a dandelion stem.
One moment, one life, one tiny thing that's solid.
She plucks it from the ground and eats it.
Not the best taste, but authentically so.
Inspired by the 5 Minute Freewrite Prompt - Grounding posted by the lovely 