The Pomegranate Trees

Excitement growing, you rush into the forest, hair flying, heart pounding. You see a clearing up ahead and pick up even more speed, jumping over roots and dodging branches-until a rock hits you squarely in the forehead. You collapse onto the ground, your soul crushed like a grape.

Fire shoots up your spine and the soreness of your scalp far outweighs the sore on your forehead. From your spot on the forest floor, you notice sunlight streaking through the canopy above. Flowers and fruit are flashes of color amidst seas of green. You think about sitting up but instead your eyes droop, heavy with exhaustion. You are asleep.