Where am I - was my first thought as I opened my eyes. A cold stone was touching my face and arms and I felt a stabbing coming from my left knee. I must have fallen and hit a rock. All I could see was a blur and I searched for my glasses. My extended arm touched a strange plastic object nearby - found them! Fortunately they were not broken. I could see grass, not freshly mowed but short enough not to be mistaken for a jungle, rocks and the sky. It was a breezy summer night, the full moon above my head threw its cold light upon the earth. Clouds were forming. I had to return home before darkness falls.
I tried to sit up. I pushed the stone with all the strength I had in me but couldn't move my left hand, it was numb. I felt tingling on my fingers while the blood flowed through my veins and it slowly began to come alive after a few shakes. Now I saw the city lights not far from where I was and I realised that this was my thinking rock, on the hill next to our house. The flat rock was shining black under the moonlight and it was like I was sitting on an island in a sea of dark grass. How did I get here? There was a small hole on my jeans and dried blood on my knee. I touched my forehead and it turned out my head was still in its place. I was not mugged because I found my phone in my pocket. It blinded me for a moment. I had a missed call from my sister. Then I remembered we were having dinner in the backyard. I started to panic.