Dream

By Wyatt Driscoll

I stand alone on the baking field
Kissing gnats
Sweat rolling down my skin.

Where am I?

Stands filled with excited fans
Surround me,
Screaming, “Wyatt! Wyatt!!”

My feet are nailed to the ground
I can’t move

A fly ball comes my way
But I’m paralyzed
The lights blind me

Almost too late
I dive forward
In an effort to be a hero

I attempt to inhale deeply
But my breath is gone
Knocked out by the solid turf

My glove hits the ground
I open my eyes
Just enough
To see the ball buried in the
Pocket of my glove

Someone yells
I roll over
And
Awake

I’m late for the game.