For Werewolf Vampire Mistress's H Challenge:

Luna liked to lie on the ground with the wind blowing on her face on a grassy slope near her tower Rapunzel home.

She felt like she was swaying with her sanity draining out her toes slipping off grass blades and wiggling and twisting into unimaginable shapes to slip down into the earth, to find home like all those beautiful pale pink earth worms.

With the wind caressing her face and the leaves blowing by departing their mother trees and whistling goodbye, Luna thought she was swaying the day away. (In the small depression she made over the years, a perfect Luna shaped oval, she cuddled the grass, the dirt, sanity, earthworms, flowers, squirrels, beat-)

And never wanted to leave. The world could stop turning and she would still be her in her small dent on a slope, just her and her hammock wind and grass.

Luna smiled dreamily up at the sky, a gentle blue with white clouds every here and there. Robin eggs in reverse. Nibor, it's a nibor sky.

She felt the grass blades tickle her face and the exposed patches of skin. Bending, curling yoga forms.

A pair of chipmunks argued over something. Their chattering was starting to irritate Luna's ears, and judging by the stick straight forms of the yoga practicing grass, they were irritated as well.

"What's the entire hullabaloo here? Can't you see we're trying to reach perfection here in our hammock grass?"

The squeaking noises that faintly reminded her of pubescent boys' voices, slowed to a stop and Luna and the yoga forms continued to sway the day away. Sanity twisting beneath her like beautiful pale pink earthworms.