I have this dream.
It’s a beautiful dream, really.
I dream of running barefoot through fields of thick green grass, the wind in my hair. I dream of sleeping under twinkling stars set in blankets of velvety sky. I dream of no obligations, no responsibilities, no rules. Just me, myself, and I on a grand adventure with no one telling me what to do.
Hey, a girl can dream, right?
(Photo by: Uh…I think it was a wallpaper image?)
^Look at this place! I mean, who WOULDN’T want to be here? Huh?
…other than Eve. She had that, but she wanted that apple (or whatever) more. But as for me and my house…I want the field. With the apple comes the fall and with the fall comes sin nature and with sin nature comes not wanting to do work and with not wanting to do work comes the feeling of being boxed in by rules and responsibilities and obligations. And hyperventilating. Lots of hyperventilating.
Why, Eve, why?
All I want is to sit in a field. And not have schoolwork looming over my head.
Come on, besides the possibility of severe sun poisoning from being outside all day, the possibility of snakes,or the possibility of spiders (and don’t even get me started on hygiene!), you can’t lose. Right? Right.
I just want freedom. Sweet, sweet freedom.
…which, apparently, in my head means a field.
A big fluffy, green, DESERTED field.
But, alas. We’ll get through this. Somehow. Even if we barely survive.
And just so you know, for the first 10,000 years on the new earth ya’ll might not see me. Ever.
Because I’ll be roaming a field somewhere.
Call me Black Beauty.
GET ME OUT OF HERE,