Chapter 1
I sit on the netted hammock, my legs crossed indian style, with a death stare on my hands. The fire warms my bare feet as I slowly swing back and forth. A soft breeze touches my skin and brushes down my spine. A small leaf falls into my cupped hands. I examine the leaf, every edge, every ridge, every drop of dew. The wind gently picked up the leaf and carries it off to bed. I turn to lay on my back, the stars dancing in the night. “I love you dad”, I say to the stars. I close my eyes tightly as if they were sewn together to keep the tears from running down my face, soft as silk. As soon as they shut, I have these dreams of flying, but sooner or later, you always have to wake up. I thrust open my eyes and my breathing increases. I soon calm down to a mild, calm, breath rate. I look over a the fire, then down at the ground. I hear the fire pop as I watch the embers fly into the sky. I get alerted by this sound and look up quickly at the burning wood. “tsteu ’ite, tstue”,Tutee miss moe". I finally allow myself to drift of to sleep, the breeze for my blanket and the moon for my nightlight, and pandora as my dream.
