After a while of running through the woods we stop and decide to rest in some bushes.
"Where are we going?" my no longer cellmate asks,
"I don't know, but I feel like we should keep going this direction" I say motioning towards the way we were running before we stoped
"Yeah, I agree. We should also stick together." they add
"Yes, definitely." I reply. We rest for a while before we start moving again this time walking so we conserve our energy. "This is really pretty." I say
"Yeah, prettier than I remember it being" they say
"I missed this." I say with a heavy sigh
"Yeah, me too, we've been in that crappy prison for too long" they reply putting their hands behind their head and closing their eyes.
"Well don't you look relaxed." I comment, laughing at them as they almost run into a tree
"Yeah, 'Ha Ha' very funny" they reply walking back over to me and putting their arm around my shoulders and again I take in their sent of sweat and slight dirt but now mixed with the smell of forest.
I look around and admire the way the sun shines through the breaks in the trees towering above us and smile, This is the perfect world I always dreamed of I think to myself as we keep walking side by side them having their arm draped over my shoulders slightly leaning on me.
We walk until the sun starts setting and stop to sleep in the middle of a group of trees filled with long grass that feels like a bed.
