vision reading example
I am standing in a garden in front of a house. There is a flower bush with pink and white flowers containing a yellow center right in front of me. To my left, is a dense thicket of shrubbery. To my right, I feel someone coming. My heart rate increases, beating wildly and rapidly, like I'm not supposed to be out here. I am waiting for somebody, a lover.
I am standing at the doorway to a small room with purple walls and cot with a floral bedspread by the window. I am wearing a ballgown, yellow I'm getting. It is bright and sunny outside, and the way the light pools in the still room is dreamy and surreal. To the right of the room sits a wooden table. On it, is a black typewriter. On the wall at the far side hangs a series of small framed photographs. I take one down. It is of a baby girl, and I feel a bit sad looking at it.
I emerge into a busy and festive marketplace. Festival musicians dance through the streets playing their instruments. I am wearing a sort of cloak or a hood. I don't think I'm supposed to be here, but I am in awe at the festivities. Someone offers to sell me their wares, but I refuse. I continue along on the cobblestone ground. A small boy runs up to me and tugs on my pant leg fabric.