Illuminated by the celestial body, the grass grows green around me, but the light dew that resides on the blades still feels cool on my arms and legs. Clouds above me appear as planes and boats, racing by. The odd one slows to form the image of a dancer, she does a twirl then runs away. Small bird often join the routine displaying their mastery of wandering through the breezes. Sounds of footsteps on the soft ground enter my ear, and I lift and turn my head to see the frail, yet majestic, body of a doe enjoying her mid-day meal of the grass. A couple of lady bugs have been walking around on my chest, their tiny feet tickle me, but the experience is not unpleasant and they do no harm.
The sun bakes me, draining my of my energy. Before an onset of irreversible lethargy I attempt to life my body from the body. I must peel my flesh away from the grass which from the pressure has become stuck to me. Brushing away those blades that wished not to let go I disturb the ladybugs, who open their wings and fly away. As a surprise to me, a majestic butterfly flutters from my shoulder.
Upon turning my head towards the doe, she steps back a few steps. With an odd feeling of husbandry I try to approach the doe. She is unreceptive of my advances and turns to run away. Dismayed at her retreat I stand quite still for a while, but the soft sound of rushing water unfetters me from my position.
In the distance I can make out what appears to be a small grove of trees. Walking towards the trees I can feel the increase of the moisture in the air and a decline in its temperature. Closing in on the grove it's apparent smallness is replaced by a grand display of a forest that almost grows before. On the perimeter of the towering trees an owl perches itself. Somehow disturbed by my presence it gives a hoot and stares at me, but quickly it drifts back into its slumber.
Increasing in intensity the sound of rushing water is recognizable moreso as the rumble of falling water. Making my way towards the sound I venture deeper into the forest, who's mossy floor caress my bare feet. Without pause I continue over the somewhat slippery ground until into my vision comes a small waterfall.
The trees clear way for a small pond, with a small stream leading away. The water falls from a rock ledge not more than three metres above the pond. Lilipads share the pond with some frogs and a lone duck that appears to be leaving. Tempted to feel my body immersed, I leap forward and plunge into the cold waters. Opening my eyes under the water I can see I now share this area with small fish swimming around, now scattered by my obvious intrusion. Being so peaceful underneath I find it hard to go up for air, but as it gets difficult to breath I lift my head above the surface.
Closing to the waterfall I find myself staying above the water more often than beneath. Either forming nice clear sheets, or turbulent curtains, the water falling disrupts this area of the otherwise gentle pond. A mist rises from the surface to help create a tiny array of colors in front of the falls. My feet are unable to reach the bottom and the currents push me away, but occassionally draw me nearer. I am content with my position, but as if to taunt me the falls pull me close enough to make out a plaque affixed the rockface behind them.
I use the force of my arms to draw me from side to side of the waterfall, hoping to find a clear path to reach the other side. Wishing to thwart my veracious attempts the falling water increaes its speed and quantity. The water washes my vision, tosses me from side to side, pushing me under and pulling me back up. I am forced to go for quick gasps of air on each exit from the water. Compelled even more to get behind the falls I forgo any opportunity I have to retreat. Small amounts of water slowly fill my lungs. Resulting in only thrasing wildly, my attempts at swimming forward are firmly quashed. Forceful currents have taken control of my body, kicking at them only weakens me. Totally disoreintated I can see only splashing water upon dark or light backdrops. Too late to scream I am subdued by the falls and at their mercy. Angered by my presence they don't relent, stealing my air, taking away my breath and attacking my body.
My mind gets dizzy, and the feeling of being awake is slowly drifitng away. I am unaware of the position of my limbs, and only confirm being under water by viewing the final pockets of air travel to the surface in tiny bubbles. I can assume my last sensation of movement is lifting me towards the surface of the water, where I may being floating now. Only my eyes are able to perceive now, the splashing water dies to a mist, and the mist then clears. And moments before my eyes seal shut my brain takes a snapshot of the plaque just in front of me.
(Ending?)