A tree. 

Flowers.

The clouds. 

A bench. 

Soft, green grass. 

A far off castle is visible from the top of the tree. 

A girl sits cross-legged, 

in deep meditation. 

She feels the world turning upside down. 

And then silence. 

She slowly opens her eyes. 

My meditation garden,

she thinks. 

She gets up and goes to look through the viewports into her mind. 

That was a good time, 

she thought when she looked at the memory of laughing with friends. 

And that was a bad one, 

she thought, seeing a memory of her brothers in a fistfight. 

She went on like this, 

dubbing memories either good or bad. 

Until she could do it no more. 

She gave up and flopped onto the grass. 

An orange butterfly flew overhead. 

Birds chirped.

The leaves on the tree swayed in the gentle breeze. 

“It isn’t hopeless. There is still some hope for the future.” 

A voice said. 

A familiar figure sat down beside her, 

getting into a meditative position. 

The girl sat up, 

grateful for company. 

“Just relax. It’s going to be alright.” 

Normally the girl wouldn’t believe anyone 

who told her this, 

but she really did believe her imaginary friend. 

So she joined her in her meditation. 

And everything was okay for that moment.