The ground feels like I am standing in a grassy field.

Then you untied the blindfold.

I gasped at the scenery.

There in the green grass layed a picnic blanket with a basket.

I turned to look at you.

"You like it?"

'Is that even a question?'

"Omo, I don't like it....."

Then he turned to you with a confused and worried face.

Worried that all your hard work will go to waste.

"Then why are you smiling like an idiot?"

I scoffed at that.

"Yah! I love it you idiot"