Gabs Buckley

Birdy

White linen tickled the roots of the tall grass blades, the foliage was rich and glorious. The sun blanketed the already warm surface of her planet making the air sweet. Walking further and further into the green, the air became wetter than sweat. And just like how a fish breathes she imagined herself doing the same. Gliding through the kelp forests. She used her gills to survive. The irony of her thirst as the trees leaked sweet sap and condensation made her giggle.