The grass brushes passed my legs scratching. I feel I’ve reached the end of the world.

I stare into the view of the buildings far away, as if seeing each of the lives being lived within them. I wonder if through their windows, whether or not they look at the view in which I stand. Do they also wonder the lives lived here? Or perhaps ponder the deaths of the dead?

I’ve done something I’ve never done before wondering why I can still feel the wind’s breeze.

“ It is not your time” the voice whispers.

“Why not?” I ask with the deepest confusion. Who is the one who’s decided that for me?

“ You chose this.” It replies vaguely.

“How could I have chosen this?”

In front of me the voice appears louder and closer.

“ As a human who knows nothing of the beyond, you are not in the position to make such a decision. You know nothing.”

“ This is what I want.” My voice weakens as my eyes begin to rain.

“ This feeling is temporary. Enjoy the field as you are now, but you shall return.”

And after a quick moment..

I return to the hospital.

I recognize what I’m seeing, as my mother is devastated and my father sheds all tears as I’ve never seen before.

They’ve come to see me?

Though I feel apologetic in the deepest of ways, I want to go back to the field.

I want to be free.