He often found himself in a field, staring up into a blue sky. Today was no different. Each trip to this world he created marked time that he did not have to feel confined to another cell. He sat today near a patch of flowers, peonies, of course. He inhaled deeply and exhaled, allowing the overwhelmingly calming scent of the flowers to lull him into a sense of security. He lay back in the grass and sighed in contentment. As he watched the clouds pass overhead, his eyes became heavy. Draco allowed them to fall closed, sleep overtaking his anxious mind. 