A Blooming Landscape

She stepped slowly, ever so slowly, into the great new wonder before her. This couldn't be real, this couldn't be such a true dream. She pinched herself. Once, twice, three times. No response. No jolt awake under the warm layer of cradling frosting that was her feather comforter. She breathed slowly. The air tasted like honey and rain on asphalt. Mushrooms of many colors sprouted where she stepped, tickling her exposed ankles. Some roses opened to the rising sunrise, and began shouting things to her so high pitched she couldn't make it out. She hears another snap of a mushroom stem. She winced. Maybe they're angry about me stepping on the mushrooms..? She trod on tiptoes, being especially careful to avoid the rainbow of caps beneath her clumsy feet. The roses didn't quiet down. As the sun rose higher in the sky, the soft baby blue spread throughout the globe above her, and the colors of the sunrise shattered and became little fluffy balls of color, like paint splatters on a blue canvas. Finally, the horrible shrieking of the roses became unbearable. She broke into a run, but the roses sprouted from everywhere in the ground, in front of her, to both sides. She continued to step on mushrooms. She suddenly tried to screech to a halt on the slippery grass and gasped at what she saw before her, sprouting straight from the ground. She slipped on a slimy green toadstool cap and fell on her bottom. She groaned loudly.
Right before her eyes, in this empty expanse of flowery fields, sprouted a giant forest of all an array of trees. Pine trees, tropical trees, and other trees that looked like oversize shrubs or not even a tree at all. Though, she thought, at least the majority of them seem green. Though even the pine trees and overlarge shrubs had begun to sprout flowers of all shapes, sizes, and hues. Madeleinea sniffled loudly, cursing her allergies under her breath, and continued on, rubbing her bruising bottom.

**Note :
Sorry it's so short! It's 11:30 and I'm exhausted. I'll continue on soon!