Laying on a bed of grass, feels like floating. Watching the trees, clouds passing and sun in the eye. The phone rang, some wierd voice spoke to me... animals with no eyes, but yet not blind. Six arms and one leg but not alone, standing in the light but yet unseen, wings like a fish, tail like a bird. Strange words in the dark, and elephants on the wall
On the other side of the field I heard a rumour

<feels like two, feels like three, feels like something in the tree>

The sound was fading away, evidence of things unseen, but I believe I have found myself, laying on a bed of grass.