A Dream: Spun

The sky is cloudy,
So is the air around us

We are in a single strand of sunlight
Illuminated
Sitting in the grass
Conversing
Laughing
Having a picnic

You want to wrestle
We laugh and tumble
I call for a “time out”

I rolled over something sharp
It pinched my leg

I reach under my leg and feel legs crawling
Reaching
Searching

Something’s in the grass:
Obsidian
Triangular
Red hour-glass
Front legs raised
Smiling

You scream
I panic while trying to remain calm

The obsidian triangular legged creature crawls on and around my hand
It motions to be put down

I set it down
Noticing several more creatures
Breaking through the grass
Obsidian
Triangular
Red hour-glass
Drill-like

Their army emerges
Front legs raised
Their thorax’s now arched, pointing towards the sky
Webs spinning
Dandelion wishes
Baby Obsidians taking flight

The sky is cloudy
So is the air around us.