Prompt: Floral pattern.
Response: The Garden
I find myself fascinated by the intertwined roses, the gently curled leaves, weaving in an illusion of a cookie-cutter garden. The garden grows over everything, spreading over furniture and walls in a seamless tide. It creeps onto my skin, duplicating the pattern again and again across my body. The intertwined roses, the gently curled leaves crawl onto me, over me, consuming me. I blend with the rest of the room - a unidentifiable part of the eternal garden.
Notes: Lazy today . . . oh well.