Barn | Jenny Sorensen

It's red. Red like the red I dream about lately. Do people hide in it, or are there just animals inside? People could hide in it. It's big enough. I wonder if my child hid in one? It seems lonely, standing out in the middle of this green field. I feel that way. I'm lonely. A piece of me seems to be missing like the animals that should be in that big, red barn.