Novel Whip-Round

“Come on, where is she?” I’m pacing back and forth, waiting for my mother to come pick me up from the field. It’s been hours since practice ended and still she is not here. Near the field there is a small lake, about the size of a house. The moonlight is dancing on the water and the sky almost looks like it’s tipping into the lake before me. I check my phone to see what time it is. 9:17, it reads. Where is she? “You know what?” I say to myself just like a crazy person, “I’m laying down until she comes.” As I lay comfortably against the tall oak tree about 20 feet from my starting point, I begin to relax. I relax for the first time in weeks, maybe even months. Random thoughts enter my head while my eyes are closed. Such thoughts like, “The leaves fell early this year” or “He deserved everything that came to him.” I open my eyes and the moon is shining above me. I feel blissful. My mind is as free and clean as paper before you start a poem. And with that thought of blissful moments, I hear a horn beep. I groan. On the way back, I stare out the window and think about this field that I just left. “It’s very…serene and I am in a better mood….” I think. “Hmmm..”, I wonder. “Maybe I’ll name this field something like….the field of wonders, yeah, the field of wonders. My deeply enchanting field of wonders.” And so, everyday when I am depressed or angry, I sneak out in the middle of the night, walk to my “field of wonders” and drift into a deep peaceful sleep.