The Field…Sounded by the beautiful forest…such a warm summer day. The sun is high and t birds are singing their sweet song. I am lying in the grass staring up into the white puffy clouds…wishing very much so to be able to be to reach up and just touch one soft cloud.

Everything is perfect…
I take a deep breath, close my eyes and let or a relaxing sigh.

But a perfect day such as this is just too perfect…
Suddenly the birds stop singing…
The quietness takes over like a monsoon destroys a village.
Then I open my eyes…
I grow terrified…the magnificent blue sky is now pitch black.
The white soft clouds are angry cumulous clouds.
Scarring the sky with blackness.

I stand up and look around the once bright sunny field in fear.
For now the field is dark and foreboding.

I don’t know what it was.
The next thing I knew
I was running, running as fast as I could through the woods.

Was that footsteps behind me?
Is someone chasing me?
Someone screams…
Was it me?

I run as fast as my legs can carry me.
I am attacked by sharp thorns.
They grab my legs as if purposefully, refusing to let go.
I managed to get free.

Someone grabs my shoulder.
I screamed,
A high pitched blood curdling scream.

Then…

I woke up.