Daydream

For a moment she stood there mesmerized by it's translucent rainbow of colors; the way they danced as she rolled it around in her palm, taking one shape, then slipping into another.

The world is so pretty in there, she thought.

She would see him through these lucid rainbows, she recalled. He would hold her hand so gently as he led her through the thickness of the forest, being ever so careful with her dreams in the little pouch he clutched in his hand, making sure not to spill them as they climbed over hills or climbed down a tree. The warm words he whispered swaddled her against the harsh breeze. All fear abandoned her and she walked, sometimes with her eyes closed, her vulnerability manifest...

And sometimes she would believe it all to be true.