Cliff stood open eyed at the East corner of the field. Surprised, he looked out before him into miles of blooming vegetation. Suddenly he felt warm, sweaty fingers embrace his own and he was running, racing, hurdling, tumbling into the thick ocean of grass and wildflowers that pelted his things as it sped behind him. The warm summer sun beat down on him and his companion as their legs hauled them up and over the waist deep hurdles of natural growth. He couldn't seem to remember this place or this moment but he somehow knew that it was embedded deep in his mind. As he rushed through the field he could not shake the feeling that this memory was meant to be repressed, despite the grander that swept over him throughout it. The setting itself was of no help. The watercolor splashes of red, blue, and violet wildflowers only half triggered the feeling of comfort Cliff felt, the rest of it was compounded by the human being who's fingers were interlocked with his own. The inevitable beauty of the noon-day field was immediately retraced through the girl's features. The sun reflected its humid light through her eye lids which, in turn, directed attention over the more sultry features of her lips all framed by sheathes of blonde hair that seemed to mock the light cast by both the eyes and even the sun.
With time almost infinitely absent in this place they raced into the epicenter of the eternal garden and the girl quickly spun her self around and clasped her free hand to Cliff's. They stood there swaying, looking at each other for only a moment but one that seemed to stretch on past the regulations of the second hand. They took each other in, both curious and familiar as their shadows began to stretch and consume the field around them. Cliff began to smile, acting as a mirror simply reflecting the grin he saw before him. They laughed and continued to bound through the flowers but Cliff noticed that the farther they went into the mess, beyond the flowers into shorter grass and eventually a thin dirt road surrounded by an ancient wooden fence, that time was slowing once more. As they leapt into the air they slowly returned to earth as if walking on the moon. Cliff looked up. The sun's berating rays were no longer blinding. Instead there was only a black and white caricature of a sun above them, slowly dripping its Polaroid picturesqueness onto the lush green hills ahead of them. They were racing towards it. He halted for only a second before the girl glanced back at him, her smile seeming to say, "Come on!". They continued. Their feet pounded the dirt road sending billows of dust up behind them moving impossibly slow in the summer air. Behind them the rest of the world had already reverted to a stained photograph. All color that was left resided in a small cabin ahead of them. Even it was begin to lose it's hue but before sinking monochrome enveloped the door they bound through it and sprung onto a four-post bed centered in the room. With the girl hovering just slightly above Cliff the moment froze.
The child stirred from its sleep, awakened by the crying of other infants filling the beds lining the small room. A woman in Nun's regalia paced the floor checking on each child but it was obvious that she was not fit to do the job alone. The child however, did not start crying with his peers. Instead he simply stared into the ceiling with a happy smile presented free of shame on his face, aware of some other happy life that had once graced him many generations ago. In time the dream, the memory, would fade away leaving only thin traces of confusion as infancy became childhood, became adolescence until the happier moments were washed away by what would become this life. Until then though the nun kept pacing, occasionally stopping to cradle a crying child. Distraught, she found herself at the crib of this particular child and quietly thanked her god under her breath for some small sign of happiness in a place so often filled with anything but.