The Greenhouse

"After what seemed like an hour of running, my worn shoes skidded to a stop. The relaxed chirping of birds was still there, and the butterflies still swayed gently in the air above me. I felt crazy. Why was I running around? I laid down in exhaustion; the soil felt warm and soft against my back. My worries begun to soak into the ground, and I rested my head.
The man was probably still at the door, I thought. Yes, I saw it in my mind, a solid metal door, next to a potted honeysu-- No, there was no door, only the nice man, and the beautiful birds, and isn't it so relaxing here? Don't you just want to stay forever? And th--
Yes, I remembered. Something was definitely wrong. I sat up, tense."