Wind (3)

His eyes fluttered open as the sun's gentle warmth reached him, waking him up softly.

The pleasant smell of flowers and nature surrounded him, a welcome experience upon awakening. His nose twitched at the pleasant smell of the flowers.

Beneath him, he felt the thorny yet tender green grass, a soothing sensation against his limbs as he stirred from sleep. 

He ruffled the grass with his fingers, enjoying its texture and the coolness beneath the surface.

The gentle wind brushed against his skin as he lay in a white robe, allowing him to feel its touch against his bare skin.

He rose from the ground, realizing he had been lying on a hill beneath a giant oak tree. Shielded by the tree's shadow, the sunlight couldn't rouse him earlier.

He took a moment to look around, taking in the sprawling meadow filled with wildflowers of every color. 

The sight was vibrant, almost surreal in its beauty, with butterflies flitting from bloom to bloom.