It’s a white winter morning.

The crisp sunlight soaks my skin, and I’m alive.

You see,

I don’t remember running right through the cornfields. I don’t remember breaking the soft blanket of snow as I moved. I don’t remember much at all, other than my heart beating furiously, than my head spinning, than my blood racing. I don’t remember how far I went, all I know is that I somehow managed to fall right in center. I can tell you that it smelled like fresh pine and smoky wood. I can tell you how I felt flushed with emotion when the chilly air met my hot flesh, how I stood for hours in that empty cold. How I felt my lips burst and bleed. I can tell you how much I need this sunlight, because when night falls I become helpless.

And now It’s a dark winter night.

The darkness melts over me like an umbrella of shadow, and suddenly I can’t breathe. And I fall. I freeze. I wither.

Right in center.