Personal Narrative/Multi-Exposure Panorama

    Many people like flowers. I think I like flowers more then all of them. its almost an obsession. There isn't a flower that I do not like, from flowers people say are weeds to roses to sun flower. I have my very own flower garden so whenever I go outside to relax it smells beautiful. When winter comes, so does my sadness because there are no flowers. my garden has died but I still have my hope of spring. counting the days until my flowers bloom, and the bees and butterflies come.

    It was a cold December night. I walked into my room and went under all of the covers and fell asleep. when I awoke there was this sweet summer smell that tickled my nose. the sun shined on my cold skin and warmed me up. I got up and looked around and all I could see where flowers. so many types of flowers. I sat back down just to admire the beauty. it was like a huge version of my garden.

   I heared a sudden noise that I had heard before. I sat up quickly, and I realized I was back in my bed. I looked outside only to see the bare brown trees. clouds covered the sky and icy snow covered the ground. I closed the curtain curled myself back into my bed.

photo of just waking up in what she considers her dream land