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.