Each She walked into the garden to rest. It had been a long day and the season was hot and balmy. The air tasted liked freshly cut grass and tangerines and she thought about a poem she had heard about a bird. She couldn't remember the name of the poem... Bird of Paradise, maybe?

As she leaned against a tree her simple pale dress wrinkled under her weight. She felt her eyelids getting heavy and decided not to fight it. She was suddenly tossed into a vivid and richly beautiful dream, full of textures, like someone throwing a blanket of candy over her head. In her dream she was wearing a magnetic dress and all the birds and plants were made of metal. They stuck to her dress as she walked along a verdant pathway. She saw relatives that she recognized and some she did not, and they each gave her heartfelt compliments about her beautiful dress.

Outside of her dream it started to rain: the rain drops woke her from her sleep, gently, like someone pulling a blanket of feathers away from her face. She sat up in the garden, and ran her hands over her dress, no longer pale and wrinkled, but bedecked with beautiful birds of paradise.