When little Oksana woke up she was surrounded by thick fog.
It was so thick she could barely make out the trees in the forest, save for their green glow.
Then she thought she smelled marshmallows....
Out of the fog, a few feet away from her, emerged a tiny table, - it was barely one foot off the ground. On top of the table was a crisp white tablecloth on top of which rested a large golden bowl and a small golden spoon.
The bowl was filled with marshmallows. They were piled up creating a mountain of pale pink, sugary delight.
Her mouth started to water and without even thinking she kneeled down next to the table, picked up the spoon and started scooping up the marshmallows and devouring them.
She ate so fast that she dropped the spoon, but she didn't care. She just started scooping them up with her hands. She just wanted more and more and she didn't want to wait.
Her fingers became covered with sugar frosting. It was even on her cheeks and dress now.
She was eating so fast that several marshmallows fell to the ground but she didn't care. She still wanted more, so she kept on eating.
She felt like she was being watched but she was so hungry she didn't care. She just needed more marshmallows. - Just a few more she told herself. Just a few more.
She didn't even seem to notice that no matter how many she ate, the mountain of marshmallows never got smaller.
Obviously these were not normal marshmallows and this situation was not what it seemed to be.....
(Sister piece to "Foggy Morning, Green")