Kitchen Knife

A field surrounded me. Where was I? A cold wind came through. It hit my legs and arms. Goosebumps appeared all over my body. Why was I wearing shorts and a tshirt? My bare feet were covered in dirt. My foot found ground when I took a step. But it didn't find dirt. A liquid oozed between my toes and dripped from my hand. It was dark and stained my skin. I went to touch it but realized my hand was clutching something. My right hand grasped tightly to a kitchen knife. The blade dropped tears of the dark liquid, slowly rolling down and falling...like a tear would down someone's cheek. It made a small sound when it slid off the blade and onto the floor. The liquid puddled in a path behind me. I turned slowly to follow it. My lungs collapsed. I couldn't breathe. The image I was looking at blurred and came back into focus over and over again.  I didn't do this. I couldn't have. 

A woman lay in the field. Her eyes were glued open in terror. Her leg was twisted in an unnatural fashion. Her light face was covered in scratches that were bright red. There was a gash on the left side of her head. She had been cut from her chest to her lower abdomen. Blood pumped out of her, forming the sticky lake I stood in. The most disturbing part was her breathing patterns. Her lungs inhaled and exhaled rapidly trying to take in air. Her chest rose and fell. She looked like a fish out of water desperately trying to breathe. She wheezed when she tried to breathe.

I dropped the knife and stumbled backwards. My foot snagged on a branch and I fell. I winced in pain. All of the sudden the air went too quiet. The woman had stopped breathing. Although it was quiet, a low drum slowly increased in volume. It was her heartbeat. The louder it grew, the faster it got. When I thought it couldn't get any louder...the women screamed. It cracked the sky. I covered my ears and curled into a ball on the ground. My body shook uncontrollably. The scream didn't fade. 

New home, Wine, and Slow Dancing

Our house felt lonely with nothing in it. The air was too thin when I took a deep breath. The paint on the walls were a warm color but it wasn't quite "homey" enough yet. A light scent of the candles filled my lungs-the electricity hadn't been turned on yet. Wine twirled around as I tilted the glass in a circular motion. He rounded the corner, glanced at my feet, and back up again.

"Cold?" He smiled at me for a moment then turned and searched through a box or two.

I realized I had been standing on my tip toes to avoid the chilled wood floor. I smiled and let out a soft laugh. Returning my heels to the ground, I set my glass down. I turned towards him. My back leaned against the counter and my arms folded across the front of my body. 

"What are you looking for exactly?" 

"This." I squinted across the candle lit room too see what it was. Through the tangled cord and the bubble wrap was a radio we had kept through the move. I raised my eyebrows at him. He made his way into the open dining room and set it up. A slow song came on. He swayed into the kitchen to the soft beat of the song. I laughed at him but didn't say anything. Grabbing my hand, he spun me onto the open floor in our house. Our hands were laced together, forehead to forehead, with a perfect sway from side to side.