Raspberry

I don't remember falling asleep, but I'm surprised to wake up. Lying in the undergrowth, bleeding from a gash in my side, I sort of expected to be dead. There's dew glittering on the blackened roots around me, and in the dim sunlight I see a few small flowers opening up. Strange to see colour in this grim place, small pops of pink and purple amongst the misplaced bones of last night's battle. The dead rest again, and new life emerges. This cider is unexpected sunlight; dawn breaking over a bad dream.