I lay there for a long time.... in the flowers. It seemed like forever. I am really small, really young, and a few moments seem like forever. Am I rotting away? Am I becoming something of the earth again? It seems like it has been forever since my mother and I fell to the ground. We had spent day and day nursing our blackened tongues and failing health. She kept saying she was sorry. She was sorry she gave it to me.

We just lay there rotting, until we were nothing but a fluff of hair atop morbid, stinking bones.

I dreamed of a land of flowers and trees. So hard I dreamed, that they appeared. They appeared above my head like a dream-cloud, above my bones. Momma didn't talk to me anymore. The snow that fell on my bones didn't fall on my bones anymore.

I watched a rabbit hop by today.