In her head, it was jelly beans and cotton candy.
The sky was blue with patches of white cumulus clouds.
The gentle breeze was comfortable and prevented perspiration.
Scents of mint, mangoes, cherry, sugar cane and lavender danced through the air.
The birds sang sweet songs as they built their nests.
And in her head life was good, it was perfect.
In reality it was salt being poured into open wounds.
The sky was black, blanketed by ruthless nimbostratus clouds.
Bodies shivered as the violent wind rushed in slamming doors on blind fingers.
The scent of burning carcass stood still and filled the air.
Her scream now the only sound that could be heard.
It was all a farce – those things in her head – in reality the house was burning down.