Suffocate

The sky is a menacing dark grey, so heavy I'm expecting it to fall down and bury me under piles of wet cotton. I'm standing in a frozen field, my arms outstretched like airplane wings. A soft crying coming from my mouth, or maybe it's the sound of a faraway engine. Nature asleep under my feet, dreaming of spring and pale yellow sunshine. My breath coloured white, dancing in the fading daylight. The clouds are so near I can touch them with my hand, they feel like spun sugar covered with ice. I'm taking big gulps of air, imagining a boy wearing a gasmask during the war. There's panic in his eyes, he's fighting the urge to remove it and breathe in the poisonous fumes. Mother and father are somewhere behind me, they're calling out dinner is ready. Run.