Dare

In her dream she is dragging a chair into the corner of a park with bald patches of green. This is just the kind of ground she used to play on while growing up. She finds a spot for the chair and picks up a stick to draw a circle around her. She is stark naked and the dark, wild cloud on her head stands against her pale, exposed breasts which don't seem to weigh her down like most days. She sits on the chair with legs spread. She senses some shuffling around her but it is too dark to see anything. She waits with baited breath. This is how it should be.