Tears of Love
an excerpt

I was in a rain forest.
My surroundings were beautiful; I was sitting on a patch of bright, healthy green grass. My back was leaning against a cliff about six feet high and soft. It was friendly—short and soft, with rounded edges. The edge was covered in moss and sideways-growing grass. Off to the left of me, about three feet away was a small stream falling off the edge, forming a waterfall. The water fell into a small pond about the diameter of a large bean-bag chair. The water from the pond then kept going down the forest in a small stream, snaking its way along in a swerving curvy pattern, going on and on as far as I could see.
The grass under me was, as mentioned before, wonderfully green and healthy. It was perfect—people would kill for grass like that to cover their lawn. The thing that wasn’t perfect about the grass was that it was un-cut, and it had grown to different lengths. But instead of looking messy, it looked comfortable. And it felt comfortable underneath me.
Behind me was the miniature cliff, and ahead of me, surrounding me, were a semi-circle of trees. The trees gave the rain forest part of the picture. Lopsided trees grew, moss hanging from them and vines going all around, like in movies. It was beautifully random and messily gorgeous. However, this couldn’t be a real rain forest—there was light coming through the trees. It was a normal forest with rain forest-like plants and a rain forest-like feel; humid and full of moisture.
The little clearing up against the cliff that I was in as clear and sunny. I looked up to the sky and saw a mostly clear blue with a bright sun with a few puffy white clouds dotting the sky. Strangely, when I looked up at the sun it didn’t hurt my eyes; it was bright, yet I had no trouble looking at it.
Weaved spontaneously through the grass were bright flowers, amazingly tropical and exotic. They were beautiful and so colorful that when I looked at the clearing in general, I saw a rainbow of flowers inside a soft green carpet.
I sat for a few moments in awe of the beauty that surrounded me. I couldn’t explain the wonder of it all, for I could describe my surroundings but I could not explain the beauty they created together in harmony. Yet—it was all so surreal.
Suddenly I knew. I was dreaming. It was obvious.
But strangely, I didn’t awake. I usually awoke after realizing that I was dreaming, becoming slightly conscious of what was happening and then subconsciously telling myself to wake up. But I didn’t wake up. I caught myself before I told myself to wake up; sometimes I wanted to wake up, but not now. Now I was surrounded by beauty, I wanted to just stay here all night. Just enjoying the wonder of it all. I knew that I would most likely wake up soon—for I had no idea why I was still sleeping, especially after thinking it through so carefully—but as I sat expectantly, nothing happened.
I stared out into the rain forest, hoping to maybe catch some excitement; a monkey, maybe, eating a banana, or a toucan munching on a few berries, maybe picking them from a tree. But I saw nothing; everything was abnormally yet not uncannily still and quiet.