Rebirth

The pungent smell of grass fills me, and I can feel the cloudless sky without opening my eyes. I can hear the wind teasing the flowers that stand hesitantly on their fragile stalks, and I can taste the dullness of a bee's humming upon my numb lips. I no longer fit in my skin, and I yearn to peel it gently off, to extricate myself so I may finally stretch.