Beyond the Fields
The boy felt the remnants of his father, the lasting tremble in his shoulder where the man had shook him awake. Left without a word. Fighting the fog of sleep, the boy felt the weight of the morning, a painful, slow return to wakefulness. He wanted to sleep. He wanted to pull the covers up to his chin and disappear, float off into space. The day stretched out before him like an impossibility, something to be feared.