My hand sweeps away the dirt from my face. I’m lost in a daze. Stars mix in with daylight. My mind has been rattled by a series of events I can’t recall.
The Sun has crawled high in the sky. I’ve been here for hours. My eyes last seen starts in a black sky. My ears heard voices. Ones I know but can’t place. It seems a friendly hand played party to my unsuccessful demise.
Lessons learned from a shallow grave.
Never be in one twice!