Affection by Mary Kay (on my skin)

Delicate and strong trees and vines dance gracefully together, furling and unfurling like watercolors in sweet red colored tea. The trees bend slightly when touched, and the thick bark emits a deep, sweet fragrance. There are flowers that chime like bells, and vines that obscure hide-aways trampled and worn into the ground beneath. The sky undulates like cream silk, both clouds and heavens in one. The whole garden grows out of foam egg crate insulation. It is an exotic, unexpected, and surprisingly comfortable place to be.