The Little Girl in a White Dress

The Last Tree

When she awoke she was under a small tree she hadn't seen before. Her clothes were as clean as they could be, her hair was brushed, and she had a bouquet of flowers in her hands.
"Strange," she thought, "maybe I was dreaming about the fire."
Trying to get up, it felt as if she hadn't moved in years. Once she succeeded, it was clear the fire had happened. That only created up more questions to ask herself. What happened? Where was she? Lastly, what will she do?
Walking toward town, the world started to spin. As if she was twirling, she kept walking. Her vision stopped abruptly. She was back at the tree. Repeating the same thing over and over, she hit the ground with a thump. There wasn't going to be a different result.
Tired as she was, sleep came and took her with it. Black was all she saw. It was never ending, willing you to come closer, but she did not she wouldn't let it take her. Again she awoke in the same way as the first time. This worried her a lot.
She did the same thing for days and days, constantly escaping the dark. Giving up felt like  the only option. So she did. Walking as far as the invisible force would let her, she picked flowers. She added them to her bouquet. Getting bored she set it down, it was in her hand as soon as she put it down.
     It became second nature to pick flowers and have them disappear into her bouquet. Resting by the tree, she would hum. It was always quiet, and she wouldn't ruin it. The sun shined bright compared to what it used to be. There were no leaves to block the light. The only shade was beneath her small oak. She excepted that as her life now.