Wayward Meadow
Where am I?
A throbbing pain in your skull answers you, making you cringe against the grass beneath you. Grass? Surely just moments ago you were lounging in the comfort of your own home.
Suddenly you are scared, fear coating your heart in ice. Every second ticks by agonizingly slow, your heart beat echoing in your ears. Where am I?
Peeling open your eyelids, your vision is blurry and unhelpful for a few moments. Then it clears and you can see the unending field stretching out in front of you. Miles upon undisturbed miles of luscious green grass and wild flowers. You've never heard of such a place before, and slowly you come to realize you must be dreaming. But the pain in your cranium feels like anything but a dream.
Using your arms, you push yourself into a sitting position, dirt and a few stray blades of grass sticking to the skin on your arms and face. Gently wiping it away you turn your head to look in the other direction, seeing nothing but the same calm field. It occurs to you that there are no butterflies or birds or rabbits frolicking about. Your fragile state of mind regards this as normal.
Suddenly you fix your gaze on a twinkling light in the distance, purple in color.
IN PROGRESS NOT FINISHED.