Instead the black behind my eyelids resolved into green, and then red, orange, yellow and finally white. I opened my eyes and I was in fresh air and clean snow, stretching off as far as I could see. At the end of a line of delicate foorprints, there was a fox stood in the snow, looking back at me. I chased! It ran fast, I ran faster! Jumped forward, caught its brush in my mouth. Caught! Then I opened my mouth and let it go, and it ran off into the light of the morning. I spat long hairs out of my mouth, and made a sort of laughing that made no noise, but was extra especially happy.
Ridiculously happy. Now, why was that?