Lying On The Cold Hard Ground {arctic}

I was walking along on a sidewalk, as I always do because walking is fun, when I trip. My body hits the ground with a "thump". I'm ok, but I kinda just lay there anyway because, what if there was a government where everyone just shared things; that would be nice; I like sharing.

After a while of lying there and imagining things. My newly bruised back starts to disagree with my lying on my back. Normally I wouldn't really care but, Mama will probably be mad if I come home in pain because she kinda just told me to go play in our yard and not in the streets. I can just tell her I was chasing a butterfly and she'd probably be okay with it. But I don't really want to because i don't really like butterflies that much. They try too hard to be pretty, I think.

I decide to roll into the grass because it's softer. Grass is nice. It's so green and alive. I lay there, in the grass, rolling around like a puppy and laughing. I begin to wonder if dead bodies had ever been buried where I lay. Haha that'd be funny. And it'd be weirdly comforting, like when momma pets my head with her thumbless hand. When people die, their bodies become one with the earth and I think that's beautiful. I want to become one with something someday. Also I think it'd be funny to have your tongue fall out of your mouth like a dead person's haha.

It is then, when I'm rolling around in the grass and laughing about dead bodies, that i notice a boy approaching. I roll back onto the sidewalk to get a better look and briefly wonder if he has ever seen a dead body before. My hair has grass and things all in it and my dress is covered in grass stains. I wonder what he'll think of me.