home. It was a Tuesday. My mother had called me home from school saying it was an emergency. I was a little rushed, slightly worried, so I was at a fast pace. Then something caught my eye. Three leaves, perfectly symmetrical, were laying on the sidewalk. They were all different colors.
The one on the left was multicolored, there was light coming through a tree that was making the light change. Blue, then green, then red, yellow. Ever changing. The next one was silver, vibrant. The third was grey, dying, pores in it and decaying. Then it blew away a little bit, then stopped. Then again. I noticed that as it blew further, the silver leaf started getting darker. Darker and darker, until finally the third leaf was out of sight, leaving the originally silver leaf a charcoal grey. This puzzled me greatly, and I reached out and touched the multicolored leaf.
BOOM. Whiteness. Weightless. Nothing. I heard a voice. It was coming from everywhere, like the greatest Bose you’ve ever heard in your life. “Go to what you are to the one who loves you.” I felt a searing pain throughout me, then black.
I woke up, and my first thought was, “boiling.” Because that’s what it was. I was in a hut. In the jungle. The jungle? Why? Where? I sat up. I was in a cot. Made of straw. Why? I had no idea. It was your classic wood hut. Exactly what you imagine when you think of a hut. A cylinder, with a cone on top. And my God, it was hot. No, like, you don’t understand, there was steam in the hut. Like…