C20 Shaye

After everything of late, that night I fall asleep fast, even crunched up on the floor, my eyes couldn’t wait to slip closed.

“Shaye,” a male’s voice calls me.

I slide open my eyes but I’m no longer in the prison cell but an open field and grass cushioning me. A faint breeze blows past, bringing with it a strong burning smell, and I somehow know this is a dream.

That is the strange part though