“Isn’t is lovely, all alone.”
I turn inside my bed when I realize something. I am laying on something very hard and rough. I squint hardly and find brown soil. I sit up straight and look at my surroundings.
Tall trees make it difficult for sunlight to seep through and birds sing loudly. I slowly get up on my feet and press my hand against my forehead. It’s smooth and feels normal.
The memories of last night flash through my mind and I hesitate. There’s no way in hell what I experienced was normal. The birds continue to scream and within seconds, I’m covering my ears to stop the voice.
I walk barefoot and head straight. First, a beast pounces on me then it leaves me stranded in a wood. I hear something banging distinctly near me but I dismiss it as those crazy birds.
I walk into the de
