9 April 2012
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My eyelids drifted apart as the sickening sweet smell of poppies and tulips assaulted my nose. Shades of outrageous oranges and vibrant violets and stark whites pierced through the haziness of the deep sleep that clung to me like Velcro. My head pounded as I tried to figure out how I ended up in a field of wild flowers. Images of floating chairs and talking pandas shot through my mind with little explanation o where they came from.
My body felt heavy, as if it was anchored to the soft undergrowth beneath me. I struggled to lift my tiny pinky finger just a centimeter above the ground before it slammed down. The breath in my lungs left in a startled gasp.
I gave up on my weak attempt to raise my body from its position among the delicate blossoms. "how did I get here?" I voiced my questions aloud.
Movement was heard beside me and all around as soon as the final Syllable left my lips. "you don't want to know the hows and the whys, young one. It's just too terrifying a story" a sad male voice called from my left. It cracked in misery and the all went quiet as if it was from my imagination.
I sat in a silence, breathing in the nauseating perfume of the flowers waiting for the man to continue on, but his sorrowful voice never came.
The panda flashed through my mind quickly again as memories came flooding through my thoughts. Men with dresses and giant mustaches houses that traveled on their own and one horrid glass tower shattering around my body.
I felt massive tears fall across my cheeks as the terrifying revelation that I was dead flooded my mind. Thoughts of flesh being ripped from my body and blood spewing everywhere, painting everything ruby red, the bits of glass staining the glass making a large sculpture of blood and glass.
I panicked,wrenching my arms and legs grime the soft ground below me. Pain seared through me and the surrounding faded away leaving a blank padded white cell the color of the bleached poppies.
The Field • Opuss № I