I really thought that this was descriptive, insightful and unique. This line led me to think that this was a dream.
She opened her heavy eyes. Sunlight had already found its way through the thick canopies of trees and tents towards her face. The lush vegetation appeared greener and more alive, and some flowers bloomed from the touch of morning dew. The birds were chanting their songs. Again.
RE: Mystery of the Sinkhole | Fiction