First message
I sigh, sitting on a bench in our garden. It was near the fountain, which gave a pretty good look over the whole garden. I rest my chin on my palm and my elbow on my knee, my eyes grazing our garden. Butterflies, birds, even a few deer and rabbits. I was about to fall asleep until my eyes caught a glimpse of a lavender cloak. I stood, squinting my eyes to see what it was. A beautiful woman, collecting berries. I slowly walk over, This is a private garden, woman.