Where are you?

I am in a field of wild or volunteer sunflowers. They have not been planted, they have chosen to grow here. I can smell their scent. Not sweet like roses or gardenias, but rather fresh like fresh cut grass and rain. I am laying comfortably on my back on a pale blue and violet woven blanket that someone has spread. I can see a pale blue sky with thin white clouds. I listen intently for a voice, but I can only hear the sound of my own breathing. I am here in my mind while you are so close to me that you might be invading my soul. But, I don't know. It is too hard to tell from where I am.