A part of me questions as to where I should begin with today. I feel a strong urge to narrate it in third person, so I will do so.
A part of her knew it was a dream, for how could she really be where she was? She was lying on the couch with him, in unexplainable bliss. Surely nothing could be better.
But there was something.. not quite right. Yes, it was a warm evening, but certainly not as warm as she felt now. Sweat trickled down the back of her neck and a strong urge to squirm out of her hoodie constantly picked at the back of her mind. Outside the early April crickets were singing, and that was all she could hear save for his soft breathing. But it was so hot! How could it possibly be so? The girl frowned tiredly and tried to move.
The room raced past, and she was lying on her back in the sunbathed bedroom. The window was not open, and she was fully clothed, covered by her winter set of blankets.
"That explains it." She murmured. She felt melted, slick and disgusting.
Lilium turned on her side and dragged herself out of bed, wincing in pain at her new sunburn. The room was almost too bright. She stared at her sleep-stained visage in the pooled reflection and sighed. It would never matter what she looked like, for the flower would fall, and she would be nothing but a brittle piece of flesh, expecting the last breath with a mixture of excitement and curiosity.
Mhm other things happened, but I'm much to busy to recall them. I have to take note of my musings during the day so that I do not forget them. I think some are rather profound. I fine it a pity they're lost in the sea of my memories.