Olivia haut auf die Pauke

The bright sunlight sizzles hotly through the boys closed eye lids. He shifts uncomfortably feeling the hard ground beneath him, the fact that a large rock was digging within his lower back was enough to coax the small boy to awaken, allowing his large crystal like orbs to flutter open, just to flinch away from the harsh array of sunshine, that flared his retinas. Slowly arising from his slumber, the slender boy hesitantly looks at his unrecognizable surroundings.

He was confused to see himself lying in a field of poppy's, varying in size, color, and shape. The healthy green grass adds contrast to the beautiful flowers that lay restingly against the boys naked thighs. Beautiful was the word to describe the texture of his skin, pale white, pure, like a fresh snowflake. Icy to the touch, and piercing to the eyes.

He allows his small slender fingers to rake through his brown fluffy fringe, causing it to dissaray in all directions. He let's out a soft contented sigh, finally allowing himself to breath in the crisp, and fresh-clean air. He feels his muscles loosen the tension from sleeping on the hard ground. He looks up hesitantly to the sky, he's surprised to be met with beautiful fluffy clouds, that look unbelievabley soft and plump. A blue painted sky fills the atmosphere, lying as a perfect background, for the white cotton that swoddles it warmingly.