Stop and smell the roses

It all started when I was out in the woods, collecting flowers for my Mother. They were beautiful I thought to myself.  I found a meadow with Butter-cups, Daisies and Bluebells. I ran in looking for the biggest and the best flowers for my mother. I was there for about two hours, I thought I should be getting back home, but as I walked I noticed things I didn't notice before; beautiful flowers, amazing climbing trees. I picked the flowers and climbed the trees for what seemed like three hours. It was pitch black now. I herd sticks breaking all around me, I saw two sparkling eyes then I heard howling.  I was terrified. Out stepped a wolf, I started to panic then I ran. Petrified, exhausted, breathless, I ran as fast as is humanly possible, for dread that this might be the end…..