James stands waist deep in the warm water.  Green hills against the blue sky.  The sun is almost at a full shine.  Tumbleweed blowing by a small heated breeze.  The breeze carries the smell of wheat.  His bag sits on the side of the river.  A string that he added for detail blowing in the wind.  Cattle in the field a small rushing from the river.  The river is white as a cloud.  The bottom is a silky sand.  He feels like he's at home in his blankets.

Suddenly, his toes go numb.   

A lurking shadow approaches in the water.  As the shadow reaches his legs he feels a razor sharp pain in the side of his thigh.  He screams but no one is around. The red spreads out from his leg.  The white river fills with blood.