Grass person

Through the blinds and raindrop-stained window glass is a sunny, grassy hill.

It’s calling to me.

I want to sneak outside the concrete walls to the land of brown dirt and green leaves and curl up on a soft, grassy knoll. And nap in the lap of the earth.

Like a grass person.

My inner flower child is happy it’s Friday.

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