A soft, wet object is on my head. I don't know what it is. It feels so good...
Jason. Where's Jason? Ok he's right there. He looks sad. Why? I can't ask him. My mouth won't open. It's filled with cotton.
He says it's temporary and I nod without ever understanding.
It's not filled with cotton after all. Jason said so. He said it's temporary and I believe him.
He says I passed out. I don't remember much. He says we saw trees and the landscape was beautiful outside the city. I always imagined it would be.
I'm lying on a bed made of leaves surrounded by the tallest trees I've ever seen. I've heard tales of such groupings of trees. Massive, enormous trees. Meatier and taller than anything we have in the city. I have an apple tree but it only comes up to my shoulders. Just like the rest of the trees.
I've heard tales of a forest. They are told by the city elders. The ones that oversee all the affairs. All that comes in and goes out, not that there's much to manage there.
I don't know why they told such stories. I don't know how they know. The city has been erect for over a hundred years. The oldest of them is 82.
The air is clean and unpolluted and for the first time, I can breathe. I can breathe for real. Isn't that odd?
