A beautiful world

How tiresome

"That black thing nearly killed me!" I said while laying on the grassy ground. Extremely paranoid I kept looking around, again and again and again. And again. But I had gotten the wood I needed. Now I just needed to find out what to do with the wood I had. I reached in to take out that book that had the answers. I didn't feel that leather covered book. "Hehe, no worries" I said shuddering. No worries indeed. No worries....lies, lies, lies. I lost it. WHEN!!?? "Calm down" I told myself ," Just think about it, when did you last see it?" I thought and thought and thought, and it came to me. I sincerely hoped I was wrong. It was in the THAT dark forest. *Sigh* I had to go in there AGAIN. I trudged in gingerly, paranoid something would jump out from behind the oversized and thick trees. It was too quiet in this forest. Something caught my eye, something brown in the grass. The book! Paranoia stuck to me as I picked it up. My hand trembled as I picked it up. I turned around and ran out of the forest as fast as my legs could carry me. I made it out alive. Relief swept over me, and something finally happened. I could hear rustling behind me. I turned around as fast as I could but saw nothing. It was just the wind. Paranoia was getting the better of me. I needed to get away from here. I just got up and ran away as fast as I could.