He turned over his shoulder and saw the Advocates running after him, their joints stiff like machines. The moon shone on his mother like a spotlight through the darkness.Ī sudden chill overtook him as he looked down at hills of sand that had appeared beneath him. The sun had dropped from the sky now, and the stars had appeared in force above him. He tried to call out to her, but his voice held no volume. She was sitting on their couch with its back turned from him. He looked ahead for the figure in the distance, and saw his mother. She was wearing a white dress, feminine in its lacey trim and collar. He looked to his right and saw Ronika there, running alongside him. John removed his hand from his eyes, revealing a purple sky halfway through sunset. A hazy figure jumped in the distance, waving him onward. He shielded his eyes from the sun and peered out in front of him. The only thing John understood was that he was on his way toward something. He didn’t remember waking or why he was running. Tall varieties of grass lightly rubbed against the skin on his legs left uncovered by the shorts he wore. John was running through a flowing field beneath the sun.
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