this is cursed

I had enough of staring at indoor walls, so I marched straight out through the cracked back door to find real grass. But honestly, nobody told me outdoor grass was this insolent! Every single green blade is twice my height and constantly whips right in my face like it owns the yard. I let out a furious huff, grabbed a giant clover stem that dared tickle my chin, and yanked it flat with both hands. Right underneath was the tiniest white clover blossom just minding its business. Fine! I planted myself right on top of the squashed stem, glaring at the wind to keep it from swaying. This little patch belongs to me now.