Who Am I?

Chapter 2

Chapter 2 DAYA

My head is pounding and my body aches. I flutter my eyes open and look around. I am in a meadow with tall golden grass. It's the golden meadow from my dreams. The air smells so sweet. It smells of honeysuckle and lilac. It smells good enough to eat. I look behind me and I am propped up on the ancient tree, but I am not behind the barn anymore.

My heart starts racing and panic is fixing to set in. Did I just died? Is this heaven? Why did I come to my death? What was I thinking? I didn't even get to say goodbye to mother. The calling I heard, must have been death. I took a deep breath. Trying to calm myself. Why does my body feel so weak still? I was starting to push myself off the tree, to stand up, when I heard it, a melody in the air.

The tune that was calling me to the tree. The humming that brought me to my death. The tune is being hummed now and the noise is coming from above. I look up and there sat a woman on a limb staring back at me. The woman was humming the tune. Is she the angel of death?

I take a better look at her. She is one of the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Long brown wavy hair, with flowers twined into it. She wore a simple white dress. Her skin the color of honey. She must be an angel. This must be heaven and here is an angel to prove it. Welcoming me.

"I am no angel, child" her voice purred out of her. Her voice was the one I heard in my head. She lept to the ground right in front of me. Not really lept, but floated to the ground. I push myself further into the tree trying to get away. Maybe, I wasn't ready for death? I try to stand, but my strength is gone. I give up. My breathing is laboured still, and my oxygen machine is nowhere to be seen. Or am I ready for death?

"Am I dead?" I asked the woman in front of me. She stared at me with those wide green eyes.

"No, you are not dead child." She leaned in towards me and breathed in. "But your body smells of it." She said as a tear rolls down her face. She cocked her head sideways and reached out her hand as to caress my face but stopped inches from it and pulled back.

"If I am not dead, then where am I? And how did you know that I thought you were an angel?" I asked running out of breath. I really needed my oxygen tank.

"I guess you can say that you are asleep, child. And that you are dreaming. You know anything is possible is a dream. Your have dreamed of the golden meadow before. This dream can only happen when you touch the tree, " she said with simplicity. As she was saying this, I notice movement toward her feet. I looked down and flowers was springing up where her bare feet stood. My eyes go wide, she looks down to see what I am staring at. This must be dream if that is happening, but it feels so real. I picked up my right arm and pinched my left arm. I felt pain.

"It doesn't feel like a dream. I still feel like myself. Weak. Powerless over my body." I reached up and touch my top of head. "In all of my dreams, I still have hair, but my head is still bald." Then I looked at her feet again where the flowers are springing up. "But there are flowers springing up where you stand. So, I guess I could be dreaming." I tried standing, pushing off the tree. The lady's eyes grew wide and she rushed forward making me stay in a sitting position. I watched as the flowers trailed behind her. I felt the the flowers start crawling up my shoes.

"Don't let go of the tree, or this dream will end, child. We still have much to discuss." She squated down to stare at me in my face.

"What do you mean?" I asked as I breathed in her sent. She was the one who smelled of honeysuckle and lilac.

"Let's just say, that this is a dream, but a dream that really is happening, only for you and me. If you let go of the tree, the dream will end. The tree is helping us bridge the gap between our realities. The tree is our life line. The tree is me."