Have you ever had that prickly feeling where your whole body is being pecked by hundreds upon thousands of inexplicably small needles? And you had that feeling for no explainable reason?
Well, I’m having that feeling right now even though I am lying on my back, on top of the grass on my front lawn. The grass has that fresh smell when the dew collected over night, and is now gradually being warmed up by the morning sun, releasing a sharp, crisp dream like smell.
I have to take a few deep breaths to help ease the pain, concentrate on the sensation of the clean air filling my lungs and the dew from the grass starting to cling to my clothes, soaking through the fibres against my back, jolting me to that surprised awareness.
Slowly, I rise up awkwardly placing my hands behind me to give support.
Blinking a few times, I begin to realize that the lawn chair I had placed down to sit near the garden was not anywhere to be seen. Maybe that’s how I ended up on my back? I mispla