Flower petals fall, pink girlish lips kissing my skin as I lie beneath drooping branches. The grass around me is a blanket, soft as fleece. I inhale both scents, sweet and earthy like late summer afternoons of lawn mowing and iced tea. They nip my tongue with each breath I take. I feel the sun’s heat on my eyelids and ears and feel my skin turn red, but I don’t move from my spot beneath the magnolia tree. My grandmother calls my name, but I don’t open my eyes.