their favorite place;; For Jaxon, this question is easy. His favourite place in the world would have to be the
Dutch Tulip Fields. The colliding, beautiful colours are so serene. The smell, so pure, wafting from the enchanting tulips. It was a dream for Jaxon, dancing on colours which danced with him to the beat of the wind. The tulips sang, and they hummed, and Jaxon could feel his heart fly, feeling nature create its own music. Jaxon would fall asleep in the tulips, he dozed in the sunlight, dreaming of making his own tulip field in his own little garden. He would care for them, and they would flourish. His own little garden, in his own little world. He would watch the old windmill at the edge of the fields, and he would make up stories. Stories of his magical place, this unbelievable world, this
unbelievable world...where he
is. Each day, Jaxon would adventure to the fields. He would stay for hours- sleeping, dreaming, listening, watching. And when the sun began to fade, he would pick a tulip of each colour, bundle them up and take them back to his small, comfy house. There, he would fill a pale white jug with glistening water, and gently place it next to his bed. Jaxon would then carefully slip his pretty tulips into the jug. He would eventually drift to sleep, with the smell of the tulip field next to him. That way, in his dreams, he could continue to dance with the colours, and sing with the flowers. He could run through the fields, and never get tired. He could leap for the stars, and smile at the tulips below him, because that was where he truly belonged. Asleep in a cluster of tulips, dreaming of stories, his ears lightly twitching to the music he called love.
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