She opened her eyes and saw a wide field of grass under a wide indigo sky. The stars were just beginning to come out, the clouds glowed a deep orange. The field curved into a hill, and she was standing on top of it. The wind blew, and she could hear the rustling of trees towards the east, but when she turned to face the sound, there was nothing except more hills.
A thunderclap, a line of lightning. What am I doing here? Her eyes traveled over the contour of the land, tracing a line from earth to sky, fixing themselves on the stars. What did she expect to see, or hear? A deep voice from the heavens?
Who are you? Show yourself. The words were dry in her mouth, but whole in her mind, and a vein of fear came alive somewhere inside her. She didn’t expect that fear would feel like fire. It burned, white-hot through her body, but she could not close her eyes. The orange clouds began to move, slowly at first, until they seemed to rush over like a river.
You. She was on her knees when it happened, eyes staring at her dirtied knees and the surface of the grassy hill while her hair hung around her face. A bright light came, filling up the darkness, seeming to consume and conquer everything around her, stretching out for miles and miles. It was unbearably bright, and at the last moment she reached up to cover her face with her hands–
Suddenly, everything was warm.
/Fifteen minute writing exercise
