The Field

Somewhere in the middle of a very large grassy field, in which flowers of every kind imaginable lay and grow, there is a small boy lying asleep under a clear dark sky. this boy's name is not quite so unimportant that is isn't worth mentioning. But rather that it is hard to say at the moment due to certain circumstances that are fully reliant on how well you, as the listener knows this story. On one hand you may not care for his name or his story. But are more worried of the one which is in you your ears. On the other hand, you may be knowledgeable enough that, you could pick and choose a name for this boy despite what I may say it is. And for those of you who also see a third option in these choices which i have supplied you with, you may already know his name and his story quite well. Of course as the one telling this story for you, it is up to me to decide whether or not I should tell you his name. Which i am not quite sure whether it is important enough to you as the listener to mention it yet. But I'm assuming we will find out soon enough.

 So as i was saying, before I rudely interrupted your listen with important facts. This boy lay asleep under the sky. He slowly opened his eyes from a dream he was having. The dream was one of which I don't quite know at this time. Seeing that I am not sure  who this boy is just yet. Because that still depends on how well you as the listener knows this story. On the one hand, you may be very familiar with premonitions and de'ja'vu and not believe any of that kind of thing has any value. leaving you with the most likely idea that whatever this boy dreams is very unimportant. Despite whether he has a name in yours or my mind. And on the other hand, you may believe that this boy's dream has some importance to his story. Due to the fact that I mentioned it. Much like the fact that I mentioned the boy's name. But have not said what the name is exactly. Seeing that I don't know yet how well you know this story. And therefore have no idea at the present moment if it is quite important to your current listening status at this point in the story. Which I seem to keep you from finishing. Due to my commentary, which is about a boy. And a small one at that.

 So as I saying. The boy with no current name which I have supplied you with. Has slowly awaken from his dream, which I may or may not tell you about. And as he tried to look around with his half opened eyes, he spotted some object of some shape. Of which I am not quite sure whether I know of or not. Due to the fact that I don't quite know how well you know this story. On the one hand, you may be thinking of all kinds of objects from your knowledge of objects. Which you may have seen or imagined at some point in your life. And start placing some of your own objects in this story so far. And on the other hand, you may still be waiting on me to give you some description of this object. Which this boy, who still has not been given a name by me, has seen after waking up from his dream. Which i haven't told you about yet, due to the fact that i don't quite know how well you know this story. Which I don't quite know how prominent all these details may mean to you as the listener. Which I am assuming that I, as the story teller, am constantly getting in the way of you and this story. Which you may or may not know already.

 So as I was saying, This boy who seems to have woken from a dream he was having, And has seen an object through his half open eyes looking across the very large field. And thought it seemed very familiar to him. And so he got up and went towards this object that seemed to be calling him in a voice. Which I'm not quite too sure what it sounded like. Due to the fact that I am not quite sure what a voice sounds like. Let alone what a name is. And whether or not it really has any importance. And I haven't quite had any real explanation of what a dream is, except by definition. And I haven't quite been able to pinpoint exactly what object this boy saw. Due to the fact that I hadn't any real eyes to see this object. But rather the feel of it on the grass of myself. Seeing that I am only a field, And could really only tell you a story about me, a boy, a dream, an object, and a voice. Which I'm sure I could let you know the details of . But on the other hand, I am sure that I have taken so much of your time as a weed takes life, that you have most likely filled out the details yourselves. And don't have any real need of a field's details for stories. When most the time I am being used for other thins. Such as for little boys to lay down and dream.


       The End