She looked out at the algae filled pond, watching the fish slink through it’s shallows. Life was abundant; vast vegetation spread before her, filled with small animals scurrying throughout. The roaming grass and elated flowers battled the weeds in a timeless dance . Butterflies and bees traveled above the grass top, stopping from flower to flower.

She bent to pick a beaming daisy, frowning as delicate petals fell to the lush field at her feet. She turned to sit on the decrepit bench behind her. It fought to withstand the weight of yet another, and after years of strenuous service, it wilted beneath her.

A blissful sweet silence quiet had blanketed the vibrant area. The limp skirt she wore began to sway in the wind. So captivating, were the dark masses lazily crawling toward the calm. The sky broke into tears that rushed down her shaking arms. She lowered them for support, crushing the forgotten flower between fingers filled with empty promises.

Mascara ran from her eyes, down her cheeks, bleeding through the flimsy material of the cream chiffon top. The sharp snap of a twig was scarcely audible over the storm...and her cumbersome thoughts. 

She sought out the source through sodden eyes, blinking rapidly to clear the remnants of her despair. 
“They told me you had died.” She called to the shadow of a man. The shadow did not reply.
“I’ve missed you. I’ve missed talking to you.”

The depths of darkness weighed down upon her. The wind mangled her hair and stole her voice, demanding she leave her shadow.

“Please, God help me!”

The shadow man reached out, inviting her to join him.
She fought God himself, determined to join the man. Hair blinded her eyes and muffled her mouth. Her skin, patterned in red welts from the sabotage of the wicked grass.

The heavens seemed to relented. She continued to her shadow, all sign of destruction vanished, all was calm once more.

His figure blurred and faded in the fresh light.

She struggled to run, flowers wound around her weak ankles, pulling her down as she met the man.
She fell through his shallow depths, falling through the earth…

Whispers penetrated her weary mind, gifting her a brief reprieve. She gazed around the sterile room, eye settling on the pill bottles on the bedside table.

The clearing of a throat demanded her attention. “How are you?”
“Fine...I am fine.”