Thump.
A sunflower field bobbed in gliding waves around my hips. Their brilliant yellow matched the sun in a clear blue sky, but the daylight didn't blind me. I drank in its warmth until my stomach felt full.
A light breeze weaved whispers through the leaves and petals, so close to words, but I still couldn't understand. I tilted my head to listen while my hair played across my face.
Thump-thump.
Clouds swirled gray through the sky. The wind kicked up, slapping happy sunflowers against Mom's gravestone at my feet. I knew this place, or this mishmash of places, and I didn't want to be at any of them anymore, in my dreams or otherwise.
Mom and I always went to the sunflower patch when I was younger, and I loved it until the day I got lost. When I met the twisted face of the scarecr
