A Glimpse Into the Past Or Future

There's a vision I keep having. I am horizontal in the garden, eager blades of grass tickle my chin. I stare, eyes closed, feeling each pen stroke paint my skin. Etching preemptive epitaphs for family friends I just saw yesterday. When I awake, moments before the alarm clock, I check myself for evidence. I find it just behind my eyelids, "Life is no way to treat an animal" inscribed on thirty tombstones, each one sun-wrecked, time-worn and still warm to the touch.