I woke up because my feet were cold. I looked outside and smelled the window and smelled the snow and moved my body so as to get a better view of the hills and the snow and the dimly lit sunrise, which had matted itself to a slate gray, obstructed by the fog of the hill. I was staying on Mindy's family compound and I felt slightly out of place.
Mindy's family were kind and welcoming, yet so wealthy that they seemed to move like differently built humans. When we went grocery shopping, Mindy would not even consider the cheapest salt. She had to buy the twelve dollar salt to add to her handful of spinach, which was enough to satiate her frail, mentally-overwhelmed body, but it was not a meal for me. I once saw an old Sanka coffee jar in her mother's master bedroom in the sixteen bedroom mansion and stole it. I took it because I assumed she wouldn't notice, but she did.
Suddenly I saw a slight reddish light flash from within the fog sliding along the hill. My body woke up. I thanked my body and started to move.
The grass was wet, crisp, coated in a crunchy dew, yet lukewarm to the touch. A morning banshee let out a scream of terror as some female deer ran across the second hill, exposed within the fog. One of the deer saw the reddish light flash again and as it spooked it ran forwards away from the group, as if propelled by it's own concept of air and speed and time. It's body flying forward, heavy yet alight with the buoyancy of swimming.
I saw it. I could see it. It made me stand there, observing. I could feel a small flower touch my ankle and I could feel the air pick up into a peachy pink scent reminiscent of a young girl. I stared at it. It didn't move. I wanted to move but my being didn't feel rooted enough to comprehend my legs. Suddenly, and without direction of my self, my right hand extended itself into the air and my palm began to sweat. Inside my palm floated a red translucent gear most likely not compatible with any man-made machine. It turned and turned and I watched as it turned and then it went out. And the hillside was as dim as the morning before the sun came, before the sunrise turned gray.
