A mouse crawls through the grass, a herd of deer bound away from a sly fox, a squirrel climbs an old oak tree. My arms extend, I mean my wings as they cut through the clouds. I land in a field but I am tall and wearing clothes. I ran my fingers through my hair which was shorter than I remembered. These were not my cloths this was not my body. The ground made my head heavy and my bones ache.  I looked up at the sky. It was so blue and beautiful, and the clouds were so close, close enough to touch. I did, I did touch them. I looked down again to see the earth once again distant. I twisted and turned as I saw through the clouds  the thought of death did not scare me up here, for that is the wait of the earth. But my joy was interrupted. A sound bizarre but warp like is faint but loud. The body takes control heading towards the source of the unusual noise. A figure lay in the field. “It’s him,” a voice hissed inside of me. “The man who has betray me, my brother.” there was bitter and distaste in the way it spoke, as we drop towards the earth. I hit the concrete. My hands saved me and she helped me.