As Vanilla reclined against the tree, enjoying the cool night air and the sounds of all the little bugs and the world around, she felt relaxed. She focused on each sense in turn. The smell of the air and how crisp it was, carrying the fresh smell of new growth. The feel of the bark pressed against her back, rough and craggy, but not unpleasant. She spread her fingers idly through the grass, enjoying the way it tickled to valleys between her fingers. She could ta...
