I awoke to shouting from the grandmas hunters of the field. The voice sounded hollow and the words were indistinct, but I shuddered myself awake to the world of men. What endless complications! I wished intensely for a moment that the grass could somehow absorb me into itself and fracture my body into a million blades so that I could lie there forever under the sun of grandmas hunters and when the time came, sing. The voices kept up. Clearly the crew members did not want to walk out to me. Finally I pulled myself upright, breaking off the connections on my arms and back with little pops, feeling all those filaments severing themselves from my body.