Chapter 69: A Disturbed Dabria

#Dabria's Mansion

Dabria walked for quite some time. The soft green grass under her feet felt like a cushion. It was a healing sensation under the soles of her feet. She felt like laying herself on the ground and rolling. She dropped her shoes and laid on the grass. She stretched her limbs and rolled onto her belly.

She buried her face deep in the bed of the grass; her nose touched the soil; she inhaled. A deep, natural aroma sipped into her brain. The grass beds were sprinkled today. The petrichor from the damp, dusty earth took Dabria to a different world, full of flora and fauna, no concrete slabs, and no touch of modernity. She closed her eyes.

"Mmmm, so nice...so nice. I wish I were like these grasses." She dug her face into the ground. The smell of soil was so different from all the artificial things around her. It smelled like the root of all life.