The blades of grass swept across my skin, whisking from side to side like hundreds of tiny metronomes. The soil beneath me was damp from the previous night and the air was still thick and swollen from the rainstorm. Every part of me wanted to stand, but my limbs wouldn’t allow it. I was sedated with a heavy presence that sat on my chest, pushing me further and further into the soil. My mind melted inside my skull and ran down the sides of my head, soaking the soil even further. I should panic, or try to move, but I can’t. I don’t want to. This dizzy ecstasy is too welcome to me. What’s left of my mind begins to slowly rotate, stirring the contents and confusing my thoughts. Was I still laying flat? Or was my entire body also rotating, picking up speed through the wind, dancing in tune with the tiny metronomes. The dance abruptly ends, and I am left with a hollow silence and a feeling of complete and total acceptance. Wherever this sleep will take me, I will go willingly.