I was running through a field of roses, their petals brushing against my legs as I moved, their sweet scent filling the air with every breath I took.
My lungs burned, but I was laughing, the sound coming out in breathless gasps as I tried to put distance between myself and the man chasing me through the flowers.
I could hear him behind me; he was getting closer with every second. My dress was a strange cloth made of rough fabric that felt nothing like anything I'd ever worn before. It suddenly tangled around my ankles, and I knew I wouldn't make it much further before he caught me.
But the funniest thing was, I didn't try to stand up after I fell because I wanted to be caught.
