Imagery

I was dreaming. I must've been, because no real forest could be as green as this one was. Even after all these years I've never really gotten used to it. Everywhere I looked there were lime green leaves sparkling in the gold and silver afternoon. I could feel the scattered light warming me from my spot on the rocks. Slowly I closed my eyes and listened to the chattering of the many birds perched in the emerald branches. I heard too the slow liquid movement of the wide but shallow creek surrounding the rocky island I was laying on. I opened my eyes again, one at a time.

My island wasn't the only one in the creek but it was certainly the largest. All of the islands were made of cool dark stones and slabs of rocks bigger then queen sized beds. The tallest boulder was my island. It rose up out of the water like some enormous stony wave, gently sloping upward out of the creek and leveling out near the top. On the other side there was a 7 foot drop. This is were I was laying. I towered over the other islands and had a good veiw of the forest around me.

When I was little, just after I found this place, I liked to imagine that I was a queen and the big rock was my castle. I called myself the, I know its lame but I was 7 at the time, and spent my evenings defending my island from invading trolls.