I awaken in a field, hands gripping the dirt at my sides. How did I get here? Why does this place feel so…
Familiar?
Ah, right…
This is the place where I lie in dew covered grass until my limbs go numb and my hands turn an angry red, then a calm purple.
This is the place where I stare up at the stars until I can’t make out the constellations through my tears, so instead I close my eyes and pretend I’m else where.
This is the place where I make up senecios behind closed eyes where my friends run to my rescue, where my mom loves me unconditionally, where I am me.
This is the place where I imagine warmth. This is the place where I escape the cold, where I escape reality.
I clutch my chest with numb fingers. They seek out a warmth they will never find.
I embrace the cold, and close my eyes. Then I simply
drift
off
to sleep.
