What had lea’s grandfather created? With both arms and concoction’s smoke rising towards heaven, even the wind’s wailing had quieted to a whisper in awe of horizon’s imposing silhouette. Petals, then, began to ponder their purpose in the periphery of such power, not realizing their thoughts were enough—for as denizens of Earth’s antichthon, their sentience, only possibly imagined outside of their field, served the swevens in which neighbouring other wonderers lived. ; )

“Morning, my dear deer. What brings you and those sunny-bright eyes over to here?”

“Hmmm, I see. Your mate is still sleeping after up-staying until past three?”

“It has been quite a long while. He snoozed through gutbucket on alarm’s dial?”

“Oh me, oh my! Nary scooch even after you kicked him in every thigh?”

“Good-gracious grief! Who could remain so inert to a nose-tickling by leaf?”

“Well, worry not, sweet doe—for I have antidote to your slumbering foe.”

“This one is on the house—a wasabi coffee guaranteed to arouse!” ; )

Jack’s juratory jam—undermining ulterior urges—rewarded rabbit rightfully, allowing an amber treat to taste of Osterhase’s ovoids, resurrecting repressed rumination: yearnings yield yums. ; )

Would amelioration result from a walk?

Should I try retro recipe’s opodeldoc?

Why am I holding to umbrella-ing sky’s tears

When face forlorn is already painted with smears?

Will neon’s illuminated glows of the street

Undark my fallen hopes so relentlessly beat?

How are these enveloping aches supposed to heal

If milieu’s bustle and bright elicits no feel?

I think I will just, for the sake of no point, traipse

And let steps’ crosses with fate determine next tapes. ; )

Set in a space of grace, Lily’s pool of thoughts held steady to calm, where even a tummler’s words among waves could not merit a rise—for in her mindful plane, elevation had already entered attainment of joy. ; )