{"sf1_id":677486,"sf2_id":"XnrkDdx1","title":"Meadows","author":"TealDeer","words":60,"posted_at":"2014-03-09T01:14:00.000Z","tags":["Abstract","Short Story"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/677486-meadows","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/XnrkDdx1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/59/66/5966907c-c0d1-41ae-873d-1a76b1d6e65b","description":"A short story about the mind.\nI wasn't having the best day.","content":"_Sunshine. \u0026nbsp;Soft grass between my toes. \u0026nbsp;Sweet tea on a summer afternoon._\n\n_It's funny where the mind escapes to when the body is unable to flee._\n\n_As the last one leaves, my body is unceremoniously left on the bed, beaten and bare. \u0026nbsp;Breathing hurts. \u0026nbsp;Everything hurts._\n\n_It's quiet, now. \u0026nbsp;My mind guides me through gentle meadows, away from this hell._\n\n  \n  \n\n"}