50. I was walking along a meadow and it was beautiful.
Other than the green flowing grass that looked like a beautiful green bed, there were flowers on the edges.
One side had red flowers and since I was on the far end, I couldn't see what type of flowers they were. All I could see was the beauty.
On the furthest corner of the large meadow, there were purple carnations. How did I know that they were carnations? Because they were my favorite flowers.
Somehow, I knew that whoever had planted those flowers did it for me.. I smiled and started running towards them because I could hear the smell calling to me.
I don't know why I was here or how I got there but that didn't matter. For the longest time, I didn't have feelings like what flowers I liked or anything like that but somehow, I kn
