Flash fiction (very short story)
© 2022, Tanweer Dar
I'm in the field again. The sky is blacker than it should be, yet I can see the tall grass surrounding me. It sways silently. It's so quiet. Impossibly quiet. Just like the sky is impossibly black. Just like the grass is impossibly tall. Just like my body is impossibly numb.
I wake with a start. Sweat covers my brow, but I feel strangely cold. My hands are shaking.
I reach over and switch on the lamp on the bedside table.
Rubbing my head, my eyes bleary, I swing my legs around and sit up on the side of the bed. As my vision clears, I look down at my feet. It takes me a moment to register what I am seeing.
There is grass on the carpet.