Forget Reality. I Live in an Enchanted Garden.
Lit Up Spring Prompt — Reality
Reality. Seriously? I prefer to live inside my head.
When it’s all too much, I switch off my executive function and slip down a rabbit hole into the back of my mind. Spiraling down the neural pathways to find a door with a large green EXIT sign overhead.
It’s the entrance to my Imaginarium, a cognitive terrarium.
A bonsai world.
A self-enclosed garden of Eden.
A leafy reduction, compressed into a dewdrop of jade.
I dive in. Emerging from a lily pond at the center of a garden, drops of color trickling from fingertips as I splash through puddles of reflection. Behind me, reality is unpaving, turning life from concrete to abstraction.
Welcome to my little getaway — an enchanted garden. I like to think of it as a lemon grove that I cultivate to thrive.
There’s a treehouse here— it’s grand, with a dash of dilapidation. Perched in an old oak tree, it is suitably surreal — a perfect distortion of my unrealistic proportion. Small outside, expansive…
