Deep in the forest

One decadent December day, Johhny was on his way to visit his mother. Monsters line the path, some named Greed and Fear, others Envy and Worry. They clawed at the poor boy, their fangs piercing his skin. But every once in while he'd spot a small opening where the sun shone through, where the greenery glowed and the air was scented with Glade freshness. Johhny would stop in these places, lie back, feeling the moist emerald moss cushioning his body into the earth. And he'd relax, freely allowing himself to be part of nature for a while. Deer would wander past, not fearing him in the slightest. Bees buzzed by, but Johhny didn't mind, afterall he was in their home. He'd fall asleep and dream of sweet maidens, dancing and singing, loving and caring, playing and giggling. He dreamt and the dreamt, but nothing was remembered once he'd awoke. Then one day a real maiden slowly walked into the forest, stopping to smell every humble flower along the way. He was spellbound.

And so the story goes, happily ever after.