butterflies

I find myself walking far tonight. The overgrown grass sways in the breeze, rippling up the hill like a bevy of waves, and reaches up faintly tickling my bare legs. I do not know how I got here, or where I am going. The sky shields me in pure, creamy white, and I lay down, enveloped in downy, feathery meadows. The earth is whispering her secret as tens of gilded butterflies fly overhead. They approach closer seemingly magnetized to me, alighting all over my body. I lay motionless, breathing in their intent, and realize they are suddenly gone. My eyes close. I know what I must do.