Struggles in a New world

The first thing I feel in the complete darkness is the wind making contact with my skin.

Spreading a cooling sensation on my hands, neck and face. It rustles my hairs giving a slight tickling yet confortable feeling.

Other than my hairs I feel some thin and nimble objects following the movements of the wind, which I assume are blades of grass given my sense of smell returning.

The soft smell of sun-bathed grass finds its ways in my nose, stimulating my memories.

Memories of my childhood flooding my brain. [Like the time I played so much with my friends that we all fell exhausted in the grassy playing field... I think?]

[No, I remember wrong, it wasn't like that. It was a beautyfull afternoon, we were enjoying a picnic with my... family?]

Once again uncertainty breaks me out of my reveries. Slowly but surely I start to feel confusion.

[Why can't I remember? The smell feels nostalgic but I don't remember why. Wait... why am I smelling and feeling grass? Did I fell asleep outside?]

Leaving aside my faulty childhood memories, I try to remember why I am laying in the grass, but once again it eludes me.

I strain my ears to try and hear the familiar sounds of cars either slowly starting the day or speeding down a highways. But I hear nothing of the sort.

Neither that or the sound of passerby walking around and chatting or stoping to take a photo of the wierd man laying on tge grass, no sound of public transport, no honking, nothing. Only the sound of wind passing by me.

The confusion transforms in alertness and panic, hoping that this is just a dream. That opening my eyes will wake me up!

As I slowly open my eyes, light enters my sight forcing me to cover them. But as my eyes adapt to the light, I see a beatifull sky with slow moving clouds and few bird flying about.

[I mean what was I supposed to see if I only look without turning my head... I feel stupid!]

After berating myself for my lack of common sense I look around me.