AWAKEN FROM THE CORNFIELD.
She closes her eyes so that maybe it would all go away. There was a void in front of her but there was nothing behind. It was like her empty thoughts and heart. She opened her eyes once again. Hoping against hope that it would all be over. Still the same. She sighed heavily and knelt. Her eyes surveyed the place.
Her big blue optics gleamed in the pitch-black dusk. Despite that, she could still see through the vast land. It was only filled with corn and a couple of scarecrows scattered here and there. An owl announced its presence in the dark silent night. What confidence!
She finally dared to stand. As she paced, the kneads of corn parted way for her to walk through. The dame was amazed and in absolute awe. As she wandered, her eyes moved around. The woman kept walking but there was no end. No hope of anything other than corn and a couple of scarecrows that did their job pretty well.
Her efforts to find anything else other than what was within the vicinity proved futile. Therefore, she did the obvious, gave up. The lass went on her kneecaps and tears rolled down her rosy jowls. She wept for the hopeless, the hurt, the future, and the past. It haunted her and shook her to her core. The cornfield was a clear sign of it. To her, there was no way forward nor back.
Funnily, not even sideways. Just a continuous walk to no existence. No hope. A streak of lightning lit up the sad sky. The thunder that sounded was mighty enough to awaken the dead. The dark nimbus clouds parted and the sun shone upon the earth.
The young miss stood up and said in a shaken voice, “Awaken.”