The appeal of Prisoner's Honey

[dyxlisa]

Mabel had never seen the appeal of the likes of poppy and opiates on the surface, as it only made one drowsy and complacent with the world. She had therefore always considered herself a critic of those that lost themselves in the embrace of drugs and narcotics, until she encountered Prisoner's Honey. Prisoner's Honey; it was entirely different. The visions she saw, and all entirely, physically, real! Occasionally she might dream of the unpleasant and banal, but more often her dreams were of places of great beauty, meadows or gardens, like she was on the surface once more. On days when she grew tired of the work and toil and frustration, she would take some of those precious drops the proprietor of the honey den had gifted her and would fade away into a beautiful dream. Quite literally.

Always as she faded away, she wondered where she might be delivered today.

She blinked at the man, a stranger, who had materialized in front of her. Well, this was quite different.
((Thread for Graeme~))