FIFTEEN
MONOLITH
Anna was dreaming.
On this occasion, her dream was unusually vivid. Its clarity told her she was more than just a spectator but an active participant. Treated to the most beautiful landscape she ever saw, Anna thought she'd strolled into Monet's Water Lily series. Pristine cascades flowed from mountains covered in lush shades of green. Color filled her senses as she gazed at a sky bursting with vibrant shades of blue and amber. The air entering her lungs was fresh, like it felt when you were out in the country.
Anna entered a forest of magnificent trees. Surrounded by shrubs with colorful flowers, she noted the exotic wildlife oblivious to her passage through their domain. Barefoot, she walked across the mossy grass, thinking she was wandering through a fairy tale. Eve
