Her November

In the fall of November, the breeze sighs into nature's locks. The forest longing and waiting for winter to come.

For a moment the habitation was quiet. For a moment, your senses were clear. For a moment, none dared to interrupt.

A snap. Entering the small clearing, she fixes her, what once was, pristine hair and clothing. Looking around at the woods whomb envelops her.

Nothing. She idles there before finally deciding to rest against the tree near her.

The sun was setting now. The stars began to come out to play with the moon following near by. Together, the sky generates into a beautiful and peaceful dome above.

She stares upwards, at the moon. It's the only thing she's familiar with in this unknown place.

An owl cooed near by ready for it's nightly day. She begins to sing to no one in particular.

Memories soon comes following her notes. In a large sopen room, she lies there. Soon a servant girl comes, assisting her in the daily routine.

Soon she was walking to a large building with others who seemed like replicas to herself.

On the sun return, it's rays lands on her peaceful slumber eyes, returning her to the present.

After rubbing any evidence from eyes, she rises from the ground and continued her journey to place she hoped to call home...