I stop and stand 

in the middle of a wide

and green field.

I don't see anything, 

but the sky,

the grass,

the flowers, and 

the trees at the end of the field.

I can smell the flowers' 

sent, flowing with 

the breeze of the wind.

They smell sweet.

I look around and see 

a tree on a hill.

I make my way through

the grass to the tree.

It's shade is peaceful.

It's shade blocks me from the 

sun's rays of heat.

I lay down on the grass 

and think

about how soft the grass 

feels.

It feels like cotton.

I don't understand how,

but I except this

and close my eyes.

I let myself

drift off and

away from this world

to rise another day.

I will be in the same field 

and I will be happy.