You are in your world.

Imaginary of course.

You can hear prairie birds around you,

You can feel golden grasses splintering and smoothing your feet (bare of course)

It’s slightly cold.

You breath deeply, smelling the morning.

And you see the dips and curve of hills stretching into the distance.

And blue sky.

A girl steps up to you, her feet crunching in the grass. you don’t really know where she came from, but she seems like she knows who you are somehow.

“I need your help”

She wipers, staring hard into your eyes.

You stumble- confused, and out of your mouth tumbles the word:

“Why?”