R Bagridge

Simulacrum

After being asleep for half of my life, I’d forgotten how beautiful the world was. I walked beneath a sapphire sky, over leaves and grass that smelled fresh and earthy; how I’d imagine the colour green to smell. Birds chirped in the trees and the sun beamed down like a protective eye across the field. In the distance behind me a stark, square white building loomed over its natural surroundings. Ahead of me was a road.