Daydream of soft grass

Large field, green from east to west,surrounded by trees; I'm alone at the edge, waiting to fall to the grass, waiting for it to consume me. I walk forward, my balance like a tightrope walker, my arms to either side. My finger are spread like a dancer, I can feel the wind whistle between them. Then I lose my balance, turning, toppling, the grass is soft.

On my back I watch the clouds, marshmallows like bunnies and birds; the sun make them shine. I smell the pines around me, hear the birds sing within them, the grass is soft.

Day, night, day, night. Around me moves with blurring speed, I stay the same. The wind picks up, flowers bloom and die; the trees frosted to white, then back to green again. Unable to keep up, I shut my eyes, waiting for it to end. Still beneath me the grass is soft.

Ending I feel it, I'm in my own skin again, solid; able to keep up with the world around me. But behind closed eyes the world is gone. I walk looking, barren, jagged rocks and dying grass, its all gone. I closed my eyes for a moment and the beauty was gone. I look back to where I was sitting, its the same, a perfect circle of green among greys and browns. I sit down upon it again, just happy to admire that the grass is soft.

I close my eyes, my hands digging into the soft ground; I don't want the patch to leave, I want it all of it back. Wishing, praying, my face buried in the grass, the dew wets my face. Hours it seems I sit there, dozing off I'm quite certain; and when I'm concious I still dread to look around me. Deep breath I look up, hanging on the fact the grass is soft.

I look around, its different but not as it was first. Green again it was interupted by blue; clear as the sky above. I soak my feet for a while, koi swim around me, nibbling my toes; I laugh, I'm so ticklish. At last I wander back to the grass, the darken sky bright with constalations; I lay down comfortable since the grass is soft.