Post by satyr on May 19, 2018 2:39:51 GMT
Moss was so funny. A tiny little blanket of green, covering the huge boulder. So soft to sit on, but at the same time slightly uncomfortable because more often than not it was damp. And sometimes when you were walking across it the moss would tragically send you flying to your doom. But Atlas wasn't bothered by the perils of moss-slipping, no. Rather he was concerned with something much greater. Sprawled out across the top of a smooth rock, fluffy belly fur exposed to the sunlight, and eyes shut. Sunbathing.
The forest was rather quiet, with only the occasional leaf rustling or bird song interrupting the stillness. It was nice for a change. Of course Atlas always enjoyed a bustling scene, with insects and birds and cats all chattering together at once. But silence was beautiful in its own way. Ungracefully stretching all four limbs (right down to the toes), he blinked open his eyes and looked at the upside down world. The trees grew from the sky, and their leaves touched bright blue waters. How funny.
Maple
