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<<February>>
Standing by the water wellfor so long, waitingto be pushed in so he'll be abletogo home, hasJiminquestioningifsomeone will ever come anyway.
Hehas lost trackof time the exact moment heenteredthisdream, but it must'vebeenlong.
So, at one point, hedecidesto stand up and even the woods in search for help, buteventhere, whereverhegoes, allpathsseemtobringhim back to the clearing and the well, nottomentionthat it is scary and dark, and heprefersstayingawayfrom the trees. Hecan't use hiselementshere, he'slike a body nakedofhisprimordialinstincts.
Hisfloodofconsciousness is random, but the constantthought is mainly the following one: Ifhe'lldiejumping in the wellbyhisowninitiative or not.
Hestandsby the fountain, handsgripping at the border, at thispoint just hopingforanythingtohappen, facewetof rain and tears.
Hesniffles, stilllooking down
''I wanttogo home..I wanttogo home!''
Jiminrubshisfacewithhishands, tryingtogetall the wetness out the way, thenhewhimpers, crawlingonto the water-well'sborder