The forest on the other side of the window looked so beautiful and inviting. It was tranquil, even with the sight of dead grass spread throughout the small clearing outside my window. The sun was already setting along the mountains' horizon, shining with a beautiful glow on the warm ground below. It was so peaceful.
With this type of image hanging over me, I could sit inside and read all day. I had a warm blanket wrapped around myself, along with the latest novel by James Lovell- the guy who lived on the other side of town from where I did- and the brilliantly bright sun shining outside my bedroom window. I felt idyllic like I was floating on a warm, fluffy cloud. The forest's inviting picture only served to strengthen the feeling of tranquil flying.
When I read books by James Lovell, it felt like the whole world was flipping over like a container full of weightless space, and I was