Title: Mmm, Tui.
Fandom/original: Original
Characters: Sort-of myself?
Rating: G
Word count: 405
Notes: Yes, this is semi-autobiographical; also, I was attempting to write this when my laptop died and I had to race to another power outlet. And my family made me do cooking things. So really, it's more like a 7.5-minute-fic at best. X3
There was a high dot of cloud against the otherwise ridiculously-blue sky, and it did absolutely nothing whatsoever to temper the burn of the sun. The woman sighed in sweaty bliss, absently removing a clingsome piece of hair as it desperately attempted to keep its claimed spot across her cheek. Was there anything better than baking yourself on a hot summers' day? No. No there wasn't. And it was totally, utterly, completely worth the sunburn she could feel lapping greedily at her skin despite the sunblock she'd layered on.
She shifted, the air-filled mattress beneath her creaking insultingly at the movement - was it calling her fat?!?! - and pulled an amused grimace as sweat oozed from one side of her back to the other. She supposed she ought to feel somewhat grossed out that she could smell herself, but the smell of leaking body fluid combined with hot grass and sunscreen combined into some bizarrely harmonious whole that just managed to scream IT'S SUMMER! to the mostly-uninterested heavens. Somewhere in the nearby bush she could hear a woodpigeon muttering and cooing consolingly to itself. Cicadas strummed; if she listened hard enough she could hear faint cries and whoops from the general direction of the river that raced and rippled around rocks somewhere to her vague right.
A smile curved her lips and grey-blue eyes opened, peering brightly into the sky that seemed to stretch as an everlasting bowl above her prone form. It never ceased to amaze her how she could see both distance and end, all at once. Her eyes struggled to portray it sufficiently to an equally-confounded brain, but she caught most of the important bits and they gave her a picture that somehow contained all the wonders of the Universe in one snapshot of a moment. With a sigh that was equal parts blissful contentment at her current state and ever-expanding love for the world at large, she began to hum. There was no tune, no words to accompany it, but that didn't matter. Sometimes chaos harboured the most beauty of all; it was in the nature of the Universe to balance itself, after all.
"Mmm-mmm-mmmm..."
No, there was nothing better than a clear summers' day on a green, green lawn in the middle of nowhere. Isolation meant there was nothing to spoil the moment.
The only thing that could perfect this, of course, would have been an nice cold beer...