The sun woke her as it beamed across her face. Autumn, just around the corner, had not yet made its full glory known. While the nights were cool, the days still felt balmy. She laid there squinting. The image of a man appeared through the glare. She could not make out his face but she knew he was smiling. He offered her a flower, which she clutched to her chest. She breathed it in. Nothing. It smelled like silence.
The man drifted back into the sunlight. Now, there was sound filling her. The steady beat of a familiar melody. It rattled around her soul like a fly trapped in a jar. "Remember what the dormouse said."