Prologue: Wheat Field

I stared out at endless skyline, made of nothing but crops of wheat. My bare feet felt the soil, and I grinned.

I kept running and laughing, the soil sometimes dry, sometimes damp, such a weird feeling, far more entertaining than anything my feet had ever felt.

As my feet moved towards rice fields, growing so delicately. I looked down to pluck an unruly flower, feeling the warmth of the sun as I sweat. However, I did not feel bothered.

I felt like this was the best moment in my tiny world.

But why? Why am I here? I know I am not supposed to be here. Why now? A strong presence of that day lingers. My bright smile.

How I wish it were just that! How I wish that memory, was just a good day of my childhood, this incredible feeling of light and freedom.

Still, why was I there? On that exact day, out of my entire lifetime. Why that day? Maybe I had felt like that before or even went to the same place multiple times but such memories, beautiful and impeccable. That never stuck around on the mind of a child.

Why do I remember it in such detail? Maybe it was caused by the disparity of that traumatizing day.

It went from light and warmth to dark and cold in a couple of minutes. And no, it was not poetic and beautiful as movies make it seem. It was like seeing life leaving me as they cold heartedly pluck every single one of my fingers, sharp, piercing pain through all my body.

I wish it did not smell like something so wrong, so rotten.

How many hours am I away from the wheat field? Now I sleep hearing fast cars and crying babies all night. So why in this cramped apartment I dream of all of that so vividly?

It comes to my mind I lost track as the hours went by. As I lay down my head to sleep, I hear strident screams.