Nightmare
Nightmare
I have this reoccurring nightmare.
I'm standing in a field of wheatgrass; I'm disoriented, frightened, exposed. The sun is at its zenith overhead and it blaze's so severely my dark skin added little protection from its glory. I revel in it though; the heat tickles my skin like a playful lover; that I am more than thrilled to indulge. I take a deep breath; this next part always hurt.
