As she knelt down to pick the last of the primroses she was enveloped in the heady scent of bluebells coming through the wood. Standing up she carefully placed the flowers in her basket and skipped towards the blue carpet stretching ahead. The warmth of the sun filtered through the branches and birds sang to each other high in the trees. What a perfect day.
Until a loud noise broke the spell. She opened her eyes to see the traffic thundering down the motorway passed her window.
It’s time for your medicine she heard the nurse shout in her ear.