A Nice Illusion
Didn't it see bona fide? The way the light gleamed within the evening sun when it caught the water's edge. The way the trees tilted towards the horizon, casting long, luring shadows on the grass. The picture-perfect outing situation, with the red-checkered cover and the wicker bushel flooding with new bread and delicious natural products, about made me accept it myself.
Almost.
In any case, you'd see the edges fraying in case you remained still for a long sufficient period of time. The discuss didn't cause any swells within the water. Notwithstanding of how capable the wind was, the takes off did not unsettle. The discuss itself appeared to be holding its breath; it was as well calm and still.
Yes, it was beautiful. A work of care and aestheticness. The craftsman had considered each detail, counting the way the clouds floated listlessly over the sky and the slight glint of daylight on the apple. However, that didn't mean it was real. I had to get into it, however. To enjoy that apple, relax on that blanket, and feel the warmth of the sun on my face. It was true that I had to accept the figment even if I knew it wasn't real.
Because the figment is now and then prevalent. It is more excusing and milder around the edges. Indeed with all of its rugged edges and astounding shadows, reality isn't continuously comparable.
Maybe the control of a great figment is its trap. For a small time, a locate of what we wish were honest to goodness, not to delude. Something that able to take with us, indeed in case we ought to return to the exterior world.