animorphs

night of 03/22 morn of 03/23

my backyard at my old house on 494 McKimber. running, just at eve. white sky and dead grass. back by where the tire swing used to be, and our tree house. the grass is all flat and dead instead of grown hihg and flowy. there are two jaguars stealthing and hunting me and i reach up with a rifle and kill them both. it feels like a videogame when im killnig them. but returns to that same dreamy languid feel as soon as they die. when i walk up to them i see that they were only antelope the whole time. they lay dying and bleeding and i felt guilty.