A hill. Silent and in the distance. Meadows. Encircling the centre. The horizon. Crashing into the landscape. A man. Standing in the distance. Paralysed. Gravity crashing upon him.
She lazed back into lush green grass as the sun warmed her alabaster skin. Sketch book in hand her mind drifted into the pretty picture she had spent the afternoon crafting. People walked past, laughter echoing into the distance as they got further and further and then louder as the cycle repeated itself. What was she thinking of again? Oh yes, how nice things were right now.
The wind chimed past her auburn hair. Whispers of nature, devoid of technology. Something mankind had yet to find a way to replicate. She sat up to enjoy it further, her eyes momentarily resting on the child smiling with his parents up ahead. Ice cream cone dripping as his mother carefully wiped his now chocolate covered mouth, he seemed irritated by the affection, clearly a desire to play. She smiled as the child pulled his parents towards the swings. Her attention turned to what she drawn.
A green hill blossomed from the boundaries of the pages. A shaded figure looked directly at her. The girl in the book scared her. She smiled as her creation smiled back. Her reflection so perfectly captured and yet missing something. The girl picked up her sketch-pen, face scowling as she added in the final details. "There! Perfect"
The lights flickered, revealing how much the disease had taken from her. Her hospital room lay adorned from wall to wall with pictures. The monitor beeped, stable for now yet the spikes had been more frequent lately. Her eyes rested upon the drawing at the very edge of the room. She felt tired. Perhaps it was time for bed. The girl on the hill smiled back her. Her mouth covered in chocolate as she dragged her parents to the swings. The beeps began to accelerate...
