I’m not sure how long I’d been out before I regained consciousness. All I knew was that I was lying on the ground. The cold and damp ground. And my head hurt something fierce. But how did I get here? Where was I?
Still on my back I looked up. It seemed surreal to me. I was under a canopy of tall trees towering above me, but unlike any trees I’d seen before. Some still had leaves on their branches, but others were bare. The one above me seemed to be in the shape of a giant four-leaf clover, but it appeared to be transparent at the top.
I was very disoriented and frightened. I tried to sit up to gain my bearings, but I couldn’t move. I could feel panic beginning to set in. I tried to scream but no sound was coming out of my mouth. I couldn’t breathe. Then I heard this voice.
“Sam, Sam, are you okay?” I felt two hands grasping my shoulders and gently shaking me. “Honey, you’re soaking wet,” the voice said. “Did you have another one of your nightmares?”
I looked at my wife, took a deep breath, and said, “Yeah, but I’m fine.” I lied. I was anything but fine.
Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge. Photo credit: Tanya Grant.