LIGHT. Warm && white, like something BIBLICAL, washing over him where he laid flat on his back. && he can't remember falling asleep, but his eyes are opening slow to the sound of peaceful silence && the countryside. There's a lush pad of green with tall grass grown wild curling around his stocky figure to arch skyward. For want of the GOLDEN sun in the sky.
Realization, slow && blunt, hit him like a slow-moving train. && it's all he can do to jar himself upright. To take in the FAMILIAR sight of a squat, stone wall && a house standing on a hill.
A HOUSE HE'D BURNT DOWN LONG AGO.
" Wh—What the hell? " Like a DREAM from a memory, he can recall everything in sight (&& more beyond where the landscape ends in a blank, white expanse). The road ends only a little past the wall, but he remembers what should be there. The swing on the tree. The clothes on the line. The broad-paned windows that led into a kitchen in the back. He knows it all at once && it HURTS to look at the same time. " ——What's going on!? "
@materpeccatum
