I was running across a field of purple lavender, chasing a pink butterfly that was fluttering merely inches away from me. No matter how fast I ran, that damn butterfly remained out of my reach. The wind that blew freely was gardenia scented. Strange, I was in a field of lavender…

"I'm going to get you! I'm going to catch you!" I beamed at the butterfly.

The sun above the sky embraced me in its heated passion. I pointed at the bright sorcery, squinted at it, and said, "I'm going to love you, Mr. Sun. Oh, Mr. Sun! I am going to love you forever!" I was dashing through the field, skipping through some rocks, and throwing my hands up in the air.

When I was out of breath, I collapsed to the ground, convulsing. Blood escaped my mouth when I began to cough. I gazed at my hands, which were covered in red liquid, and smiled to myself. "Yes, I am bleeding because I am human. I'm human!" I recovered from the ground and began to jump with joy. I knew I was a human, I knew it!

I had lost the butterfly that I was trying so hard to catch. "Thank you for your life lesson, Miss. Butterfly! Thank you for showing me that I will always be so close yet so far away!" I turned to Mr. Sun. "Especially, you!" I pointed at him. "You'll always be there to remind people that bright things are close, that bright things are within view, but still so far away!"

Then, a demon inside of me was awakened, and I found myself to be angry at everything. So fucking angry!

I used my hands to cover my face and scowled at Mr. Sun, "How do you like that! Huh? How do you like to be the reminder that bright things are not within grasp. You monster!"

The sun did not appreciate my insults and began to set away.

"Leave! That's right! Go away!" I shouted.

The moon appeared in the dark glimmering sky and brought along with it a bunch of gloomy clouds. It began to rain heavily. I stood in the middle of the wet lavender field, letting the rain soak me. When I decided that it was time to journey off, I walked north till I exited the field.

I noticed that the rain was gooey, and when I reached my hands up to my nose to give it a whiff, I realized that it smelled like 'the passing'.

"Semen rain," I hissed. "It is semen scented rain!"

My frown deepened as I was not pleased to discover that I was standing in shot range of semen rain. I knew I had to take cover, but to where?

I glowered at the weather as I sought out a place to stay. As I ran across the meadow, I saw her. The girl I needed to be with: Anastasia Steele.