Mud splattered all along her ankles and shins. Her dress peppered with the dried muck as well as she stands there with her shoulders slumped and her neck looking like it can barely hold the weight of her head due to the entirety of her exhaustion. She smile on her face is still bright. Brighter than the sun even as she looks down the hill. The walk was long and crossed patches of mud that could swallow a herd of cows. The sun beat down like a desert but she continued to smile in the fresh air and the outdoors. Her exhaustion was sought and she found it and hugged it with all of her might. To finish off her day she collapsed in the cutest fashion imaginable. She just dropped under a tree. Splayed out like a chalk sketch of a murder victim that her adventure claimed. The shade covering her sun and heat doused body and the sweat started to cool in the breeze. But the smile remained. The smile wouldn’t fade. It was tattooed on her face and wasn’t going to drop simply because her adventure was over.
A Hopeless Romantic, Stirred 