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Day.
Gillian stood in a large grassy field with a small hill in the middle. Atop the tuffet stood a medium sized tree. The sun shone brightly, and the sky held just the right number of puffy white clouds.
Gillian was struck most by the green-ness of her surroundings. The emerald colored grass glittered in the sunlight in a way that seemed to emanate life and growth. She could feel the green shining off her skin, could smell it in the scent of the grass, could even taste it in the air.
She lay down on the side of the hill, absorbing the warmth and green being given off around her. She felt that if she lay still enough, she could feel the grass growing under her. She did not move for several minutes. Eventually she sat up and leaned against the tree. She looked around. Something was going to happen. She waited.
Gillian was content to wait while the sun shone down on the field. She made designs with bits of grass. She watched the leaves make shadow patterns on her dress. She tried to see shapes in the clouds and the bark of the tree. She was not in the least bit bored.
She noticed a spider slowly making its way down the side of the tree. It was somewhat large, and shiny and black, and crawling ever so slowly down the tree. She put her hand in front of it and let it crawl onto her. She turned her hand this way and that, watching it crawl in circles around her hand and wrist. She let it crawl up her arm, and watched as it slowly went down the front of her dress and into the grass next to her leg. Gillian wrinkled her forehead, slightly cross.
"Hm-hm," she cleared her throat, half expecting it to turn around and look at her. "Excuse me..." she said. The spider crawled farther into the grass.
"I said, 'Excuse me,'" she said pointedly. The spider disappeared into the grass. Gillian let out a sigh. It was such a beautiful day.