I get up from the grass the soft blades running over my hand. I pull myself up and walk back into the house. I was only outside for a minute, but a minute to much. Everything feels as if it is closing in. I'm starting to lose my sense. 

I open the door back up and walk to the kitchen. I open the frezzer and grab some ice cream from the top shelf. I grab a spoon and begin the scope the ice cream dirctly into my mouth. Life is short I don't have time for bowls.