The Field

I woke up in the field.

I looked around, trying to find someone, anyone. Failing that, a landmark, a building, even just a hill or valley.

But all I could see was the field of flowers, pale red tulips in all directions, as far as I could see.

I looked at where I had been laying, but couldn’t find it, there was no outline, flowers stood all around me.

I jumped and landed on my back, and felt the flowers crush beneath me.

I got up, and saw not one flower was damaged.

I ran.

I fell.

I woke again.