MALERRY’S POV
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Standing in a field of wild flowers, the different beautiful hues mix all together with the slight breeze, forming a sunset kind of feeling even with the sun shining brightly in the sky. The bright blue is painted with a few clouds, they are white with hints of dark spots which always means a storm in brewing somewhere and heading this way. I glance down at the white dress clinging to my body and my bare feet standing in the field, but as I wiggle my toes it dawns upon me that I can’t feel the crispy grass beneath my feet. I can’t feel the breeze even though the ends of my hair blows along with it. I slowly turn, glancing all around me at the tall trees surrounding the field, as if shielding it from whatever is behind it. I smile at the beautiful sight as I strut around,
