Sleeping Tight

If she were to open her eyes, she wouldn't believe her senses. A battalion of daffodils crawling slowly and surely up her back and planting themselves on her slumped shoulders is taking precautionary measures. When it rains she'll have to wake up and go inside a house and maybe lay down. When it rains, they're the first to know. She's dreaming of eating a peach and masticates in her sleep, making the noises one would while eating a peach if there was none and with a dry mouth. There is a great big scary monster waiting behind the peach to pick all the daffodils off her shoulders, but I'd rather not say anything...