i have done something bad. i run down a hill and across a creek away from it, toward the big
house. the house is like a castle, stone and thick wood. the grass is exceptionally bright
green. i enter the house and go into the dining room. i look out the window at the bright green and blue world outside. inside the house is grey and
damp, quite the opposite of outside where the air is clean and breathable.
there is a thick wood table, coated thouroughly in
varnish. there are knots in the wood which are filled in with this epoxy-like coating. it is like looking into a glass paperweight. i sit down and look at the knotholes.
as i am sitting, i look down at my legs and notice that my right
thigh is quite red and blistered. i pull the chair away from the table and try to move myself into the light from the window. i discover that the skin on my leg is
burnt down to what looks like muscle. in the area which is only burnt to blisters, a word is carved, though in waking i cannot recall it.