It was the only message that flashed across Joe Mooney's mind as he opened his eyes. The deep blue sky and the bright sun blinded him. The fresh westerly wind made his teeth chatter. The coldness and force of the wind against his face seemed strange. It's a dream, he kept telling himself. You're nervous so you're dreaming.
Someone must have left his bedroom window wide open all night. The sunlight was everywhere. There was nothing covering him. There were no blankets at his feet. He tried to open his eyes again. The insides of his eyelids felt rough and gritty. Where the hell had the roof gone? "I'm freezing!" he roared. He popped his head up to check the bedside clock. He reached over to close the window. There was no clock. There was no window. All Joe could see was miles and miles of blue sky. He felt below him. Grass. Lots of it. Long grass and weeds.