Water scampers across the streets, rolling towards the the little valley. The road comes to an abrupt end, allowing the weeping tree to grow. The haziness of the sky and comfortable chill makes me sleepy as I sit here leaning on the tree trunk. The coverage above creates the sense of safety, encompassing me as if it were a blanket. I feel the earth beneath my hands; slick, smooth, wet, grass,... rough, defined, bark,... moist, rich, clay filled, dirt. My eyes flutter, closing softly. Drifting off, my mind circles the hints of my surroundings dreamily.
I'm there.
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Damaged Senses
Mystery / ThrillerShe tries to understand the situation she is in. But she doesn't have much to go of off. She damaged most of here senses and she doesn't remember how. One of the only things she knows, is that she was kidnapped.
