BRIGHTWELL
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The lawn is green and soft. Brandon Hicks is face down. He raises slightly, looks up over the top of the blades of grass. Then leans his head to the side and looks at the beginning sunrise. He blinks his eyes as he focuses on the area. The streetlights are still on, and cars are still parked in their driveways. 'This is different, I think.' Not sure if the situation is real or not. He continues to lay on the grass unsure of what he should be doing or not doing.