Lauren watched flowers snake their way through the stubborn, red mud and flower in seconds, she was hypnotised. The furrows flatted themselves and a carpet of bright green appeared. The sun became summer holiday warm on Lauren’s back, everything had become perfect. The vibration that wanted to be a buzz came back, it was the only thing in this quick utopia that annoyed Lauren.
One of the girls showed Lauren her face in the mirror.
“Oh my god, I’m stunning”.
Lauren’s face transformed from a slightly spotty, round face, to a beauty, she studied her new glowing skin and high cheekbones, she looked like her perfect selfie.
“Later, we will crown you.”
The group chanted in perfect, blank unison.
“I’m fine just here, you’re all very entertaining.”
“We’re all happy that you’re happy dear Queen.”
Lauren couldn’t make up her mind if she wanted to look at her new face, her willing subjects or the strange landscape that appeared in front of her.
“We are happy at our new, beautiful Queen.”
“Thanks, you lot.”
Giggled Lauren.
“The Queen is happy, that means we are happy.”
Lauren felt the unseasonal sun on her back, she looked around a once bleak, British field and forgot the who situation was ridiculous. Lauren forgot there was a post Christmas takeaway on the table, she also forgot her little brother and sister were missing and her older sister was worried and mum now deeply regretted letting Lauren go for a walk by herself. Lauren was in her own utopia and nothing else mattered.
The subjects carried on with their strange, spiritual mosh pit. Lauren eventually became slightly bored of her new face and made daisy chains while laughing at her subjects spinning around enjoying Summer in December.
