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As the chill of the night air passes, morning arises from the east. Emara still wrapped warmly in her white fleece blanket her mother bought her for Christmas, pulls the blanket off her face. She squints her eyes from the sun that is shining through her bedroom window. Yawning, Emara pulling off the rest of the blanket, steps lightly out of her bed. As she steps down, she squeals a little jerking her foot back up from the shock of the cool hardwood floor on her toes. She looks around a little bit to find her white fleece slippers her mother had also got her for Christmas. Her mom had always cared about her health and comfort.
After slipping on her clothes & slippers, Emara walked over to her bedroom window. She glides her hand up and gently pulls aside her silk curtains to see her extraordinary botanical garden. Glaring at the beautiful site she smiles softly. While taking in the fresh smell of the flowers and trees she noticed a bright light shining from with-in her garden she had never seen before. "Oh, my", she spoke in a startled movement. "What in the world is that?" Emara had whispered through her trembling lips.. As, she looked deep into the light her pale blue eyes glistened. Looking even deeper she couldn't help but to think. "It's so umm, well enchanting." Emara snapping out of it turns and runs to the door. On, the way out she grabs a blanket to wrap herself in as its still a mit chilly outside. At the gate of her garden she pauses to again find the twinkling light. Once she finds it she runs as fast as she could. Emara seeing what lies ahead stops immediately almost tripping. She cannot believe her own eyes. Despite that she is catious of the esquisite glow, Emara slowly opens the gate, and walks up toward the illumination. When she is in the garden a slight breeze blows her silk hair away from her face, but she suddenly is not cold anymore. Emara drops her fleece blanket and daintly extends her arm towards the light. A cool tingle crawls up her arm and to her soft rose lips. Emara can feel the presence of the thing, whatever it might be on her lips. Then a sweet, little butterfly kiss lands on her lips. The glistening light floats back deeper into the garden. Emara licked her lips, they tasted like honey.
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