Ants On Her Body ~

In the sweltering heat of summer, she stretched out on the lawn, unaware of the insects that congregated on her dainty form. With precision, they scurried, a minuscule army on their march, exploring every inch, from her head down to her inarch. Collar that once stood erect, now a park for these creatures, they built their hills and tunnels, conducting tiny features. She twitched and wriggled, feeling tickles down her back, unaware that ants were revelling in a divine attack. They tickled her neck and frolicked on her nostrils, unknown to her, they had assumed a powerful pose. She stirred in her slumber, as if under a peculiar spell, and the ants scattered swiftly, unable to dwell. But still they persisted with their mission to make it complete, exploring her physique like never before in discreet. She awoke with a bewildered expression upon her visage, blinking away sleep and searching for any vestige. But the ants had vanished, retreating to their diminutive world, leaving her body with a tale that would soon be unfurled. From that day, she never relaxed in the sun's warm embrace, always cautious of the ants and their mischievous chase. For she learned a peculiar lesson, one that defied the norm, that even on her body, ants could leave an enduring form. Note: Word Inarch: Meaning graft (a plant) by connecting a growing branch without separating it from its parent stock. To the end of the roots.