Flittering my eyes open, almost groggy from sleep.

Sunlight poured from the surroundings.

My eyes no longer met my bedroom ceiling as expected, instead, clouds steadily in motion; through a sea of blue.

Although unfamiliar, I only felt serenity gently coursing through me.

‘Funny’. I thought to myself. ‘I’m sure I had gone to bed’.

Slowly drinking in the indulgent richness of the twinkling sunlight, I reached my hands to the ground beside me.

Soft grass. I could smell it now.

I plucked a single blade from below me, softly bringing it to my view. Bright chartreuse sparkling in the warm rays of the sun.

‘I must be dreaming’, I thought to myself. Even my thoughts sounded slowed down, almost as if echoing through the ambience.

Just as I thought I was adjusting to my surroundings, I felt my eyes begin to close again.

Still unafraid, I succumbed to the fatigue.

Not realising how intensely my ears had been flooded, the whispering of the wind previously heard, began to fade. The ambrosial smell of the earth and flowers, dwindling.

Deeper I felt myself being pulled into an all consuming darkness, then…nothingness.