Alas

Lying on the damp, green grass last night watching the full moon, it was really refreshing. Inhaling the breeze, I closed my eyes enjoying each particle of air swimming... I didn’t think they are supposed to be this cold! They are really becoming cold.. My inhaling is interrupted by coughing.. and I open my eyes, the moon is not there, I am coughing excessively now and little silver pieces are coming out of me. Little yet so sharp those pieces.

I could feel the empty spaces left by each silver piece, right there between my lungs and I ache.
I told you it will hurt but you wouldn’t listen to me.

The coughing comes back and I can’t stop it. Where is the moon?
I stood up looking for water but couldn’t spot any near source. That is when I remembered I had a very old bottle of water in my pocket. I reached into my pocket looking for it; seems like it fell deep in. Still, I was so determined to reach that bottle I started to stretch my arm. Finally, I was able to take it out, but it was so old its color was turning into yellow. I needed that water badly so I just opened the bottle and drank from it to ease the pain in my throat.

I took a look around and realized I’m in a portrait. So I stepped out..