Field of Dreams (open)

[Stare]

My eyebrows rise further up on my forehead when he nods, and that little half smile plays on my lips while I neatly spread some mayonnaise on top.

I screw on the lid while listening to him talk, migrating over toward the sink where I place the knife.

"It's quiet," I say thoughtfully. "My neighbors don't bug me very often, for some reason, although one is really nice to me. She lives a little further down the road. She's to old to weave plain old fabric anymore, but she's an expert at dying. Still, if that's not enough, I'll lend her some of my cloth to sell sometimes. But besides her, I'm usually alone here. Every day is pretty much the same."

I say this while folding over the bread, then hand him his plate. When I finish, I bite into mine. At first, all I can taste is the dull, uniform peanut butter flavor, but then the mayonnaise begins to hit my taste buds in little sparks of flavor. Thats why I love this kind of sandwich. The taste is always changing.

"Something seems different about the house today," I say pleasantly, my eyes drifting over the room. "Out of place. Everything looks just as I left it, but it feels like someone changed something, or took something, or left something." I shrug and offer him a grin. "Probably just my imagination, but it's bugging me."

I take another bite of my sandwich, chewing thoughtfully and once more scanning the room with my eyes. But suddenly, I'm not in the room with Johnny anymore, and I feel about half a foot shorter, and it's night. My head hurts...

As reality flashes back, I reach up and feel the back of my head, my fingers digging through my hair, searching the scalp. Nothing.
My arm drops back down, and I frown slightly. Huh. That weird feeling is gone, but now I'm left even more confused.

I sigh slightly, and suddenly tired of it all, I brush it all away and forget it happened, a light smile appearing on my face as I take another bite of my sandwich.