A place

Strawberry chocolate field spring out of your crumbled palm. The day is warm, so the chocolate is melting and falling on the ground. At first you mistake it for mud, but you like a bit off the sole of your sneaker and taste cocoa. The strawberries are ripe and fresh, but purple. They seem off-color, and you don’t know why. Perhaps the chocolate changed your perception? The sky is still blue, and the inside of your thigh is still white; so the strawberries must be purple because they were covered in chocolate. You find a small door and quietly leave.