The Flower Who Ran

    A quiet and serene awakening happened all at once. One moment, my world was desolate and empty; the next, my world was transformed into a bright and vast landscape. Waves of the feeling of joy seemed to radiate from the earth. I had come so far from being all alone to being surrounded by solace and others just like me.
    This world, however ideal it seemed to be, did not revolve around me. This place wasn't created or staged for me-I discovered that one day.
    As my kin and I were contently swaying in the gentle summer breeze, a silhouette of a foreign being was seen coming over the horizon. As it approached, so foreign in the way it moved, I wondered why it couldn't just reside as I in the grassy meadow. Yet, it bounded around my whole world as if it was normal. It couldn't be, though, since I haven't moved from this spot my entire life.
How strange it was while in motion. It just couldn't sit still, even to bask in the sun. But, I was surprised to see it at rest on one occasion. It rapidly expelled hot air as it laid down beneath me. I could feel the steady air beat against me.
    So, this creature has the tendency to move and stay still as it chooses? How strange.
     The creature came back again and again. I became used to its recurrence. In fact, I may have even started to look forward to its bold entrance everyday. Sometimes, it would come particularly near me and breath into me, which I found unsettling at first. But, soon I became accustomed to the gentle touch and the breath of the creature. How it pained me to see it leave everyday. No longer was I content to sit here idly anymore. Though dozens around me, my family, had rested all their lives, I yearned to follow the bounding creature beyond the horizon, away from the only world I had ever known. I needed to know what else there was.
    For the first time, I was thinking for myself. I was thinking beyond the present, and into the future. I knew that the universe expanded to much more than just a meadow.
    I desperately wanted to become like the creature, as our differences were apparent. It was much larger and stronger, though its body was soft to the touch. It had strange and rather awkward appendages-to run with, I suppose. I felt like this creature was the doorway to my destiny.
     So sad was the time from then on. One day, as the creature laid down beside me, it appeared to wither in pain. Small, sad sounds came from it as drops of rain poured from it, like a rain fall. How I wished to comfort it. But, there was no way I could, so I only sat beside it, its suffering becoming my suffering.
    That was the last time I ever saw the creature.
    Time had taken its toll of my life force, and I gradually faded once again into darkness. But, as soon as I was completely submerged into the loneliness, I saw light. And, I stood up and ran to it.