Porthole

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Soft music crescendoed as I opened my eyes. It was still dark.

The nights here were longer than what I was used to.

I flipped a switch. The room glowed emerald. I tried voice commands, clapped my hands, turned the switch off and on, twisted it ... ah ... a softer shade of lime.

I began to read.

The customs, the culture, the language, how this planet organized itself.

The Gqarians owned nothing, ruled over nothing. The Grass People were the true 'lords' of this place. The Gqarians were their messengers.

I had always dreamed of stretching out under soft moonlight in the middle of the meadow with nothing to see but stars.

I expected the grass to be alive ... but not sentient.

I went to the balcony and stood there.

The music beckoned.

I saw a way to climb down. So I did. Now the whispers wove a welcome.

I moved towards the edge of a walkway and stepped carefully onto a carpet of green. A path seemed to open before me until the music stopped. I sat down and looked up. Peace shone all around me.

I felt drowsy so I stretched out.

The Grass People slowly swallowed me.

For "Space Blog" 

The prompt comes from the planet

Jessica's Gift  (13+) In the final analysis, having a dream is often more pleasurable than attaining it. #2217323 by Adeline

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In the final analysis, having a dream is often more pleasurable than attaining it.

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