The mellow light of the evening barely penetrated my closed eyes. Slowly, however, the light got brighter until I could barely stand it. I finally gave in and opened my eyes to find myself still in the hammock in the clearing. The sky was a pale baby blue, the shade of the morning sky. I had slept through the whole night in the hammock. Mom was probably really worried about me now. I went to hop out of the hammock but I forgot how high up it was. I tripped on the way out of the hammock and fell.
I tried to grab onto the accessing branch, but strangely, it seemed as if my hand went right through it. I dismissed it as being drowsy and walked home.
When I got into my house, Mom was busy at work, so she ignored me. I headed up to my room and got dressed.
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The Hammock
KurzgeschichtenThis a short ghost tale to spook and interest the reader with an amazing twist. Enjoy reading this when you are bored and need a thrill.
