Purple Butterfly

 Swirly strokes of silver sparkles glitter on my light purple butterfly wings.

The nylon fabric is stretchy and soft, pulled over shapes underwire, creating the prettiest translucency. 

There’s flexible rubber bands to fit the wings over my shoulders. And then, when I put them on, I become a carefree butterfly. I flit, I fly, I freely, freely fly. Kind of like the lyrics of So Long Farewell from The Sound of Music.

All of a sudden, my wings make me glide over a wildflower meadow, far and deep in my imagination. I float, I coast, I land on the most beautiful white rose. It’s peaceful here. There’s a sweet scent tempting me away though. It’s jasmine! Fragrant jasmine! I may have found my favorite flower. The smells carry me further into a stupor and I find myself falling into a relaxing sleep.

(This piece was another experiment with writing where I wanted to see where I could take my ideas from a starting point of a random object.)