He was pretty sure he was dead. He was dead and this was the afterlife or something. Definitely or something. He wasn't sure what he expected, but it wasn't this.
He rolled over, onto his back in the grass and lay there for a moment. He raised one arm, then the other. One leg, then the other, looking at his limbs. Everything seemed to be intact.
It felt...heavenly, honestly. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been in touch with actual grass. Every planet was different, and none were really like the earth he'd known as a child.
He groaned when someone wandered into his space. He knew it wasn't his per se, but he was there now, and that made it his. Or something. He didn't even know. His brain was a weird place on the best of days.
"Fake grass is stupid," he answered as he hauled himself up to his feet with the creaks and cracks of a man twice his age. He rolled his shoulders cracking out a tight spot before his arms fell to his sides.