ooc: Dream
Red.
His world was dotted with fuzzy reddish things, intermixed with bits of green. This was a strange place! He blinked his eyes and the dots of red became sharper, changing into hundreds of round objects, swaying gently in the breeze. He took his first deep breath.
Smells Sweet!
When he reached up, his small hand grasped a red thing as big as his palm. He pulled and it gave from its thin brown stem with a satisfying 'snap-crack'! The delicious aroma intensified so he immediately brought the round thing to his lips.
Crunch!
Crisp, sweet, juice running down his lips, flavor exploding in his mouth. He knew this!
Apples!
He was on his back under a giant canopy of apples, thousands of them, hanging so thick he could not see the sky, although somehow early morning light flitered through the branches and into his secret garden. He rolled and rolled and rolled and still he remained perfectly balanced on a thick tree branch, the rest of the tree and the ground below obscured by more branches and more clusters of bright shiny apples.
This is like the place of my dreams!
He laughed, threw aside the apple core and reached for another. It too gave easily into his hand.
Except this apple was different from the first one. It was still round and red but had strange markings on it, like a wave. It was pretty, so he sat up and tucked the wave into his shirt.
He found more strange markings on more apples. One with a claw and one with an arrow and one with lines. He put them all inside his shirt for safe keeping.
"So Lets go together!"
He planned to explore this majestic apple tree, looking for special apples and singing his songs to the wind.