I wanted nothing more than to sleep but that was something I wouldn't be getting. I sat up in the grass and sighed, maybe I should have just slept on the bed. I got up and decided to walk around, the sun was already rising so I should be getting up soon anyway.
I walked through the garden my mother made when I was a child. This garden was different from the others. I don't know why, all I knew was that it was true and that's because my mom told me it was. Maybe it was because my mom mixed the colours up, unlike the other gardens that are arranged by colour. I don't know, I really don’t care.
I sat down next to the roses, my mom’s favorite flowers and picked up the violet hair clip that sat underneath the rose bush. It was my mothers. It sparkled as I moved it around and the jewels felt
