Stella had fallen asleep. She was laying on the floor in the moonlight. She didn’t realize it, but she was also curled next to the meteorite that had mysteriously broke through her dining room window earlier in the day.
Breathing softly, Stella dreamed of vast flowing landscape. She saw hills of green sand dotted with strands of purple reeds. Looking up, she found no sun but watched as a gaggle of speckled orange geese glide past.
She listened as the geese discussed the timing for their next stop. The geese were planning to stop in northern Nevada. She understood the geese. They were going to Reno.
Stella looked down to find a blue cat staring up at her. The cat asked her, “Where are you?”
“I don’t know,” replied Stella.
Today’s post is the fourth part from the continuing saga about “Stella’s Visitor.”
I composed this post last night while watching TV in bed before I created the image using the ArtRage app on my tablet.
Let’s go, #NaBloPoMo!