The Wendigo And The Hybrid

Coma

Serena Bowhamson P.O.V.
   I walk through the woods not sure where I'm going but my body continues to move. This area feels so familiar. I see a pretty rock walkway and pretty colorful flower trees leading up to a beautiful cabin. There's a swing on the patio with two red pillows. A blanket and a basket set out in the front yard. I continue to walk further but my body has been filled with joy. I reached towards the door handle.
   "Serena, baby, is that you?" A sweet voice called from inside the house. The smell of apple pie fills the house.
   "Yes, momma!" I suddenly said. "I brought you some gifts from my adventure today."
    "Oh, let me see dear." A lady came to the door and opened it. She bent down and looked in my once closed hands.
     "I brought you some lavenders and some of the rocks from the river. You like those rocks. I even cleaned them off for you!" I put them into her hands and watched as she put both the rocks and flowers into a vase. "You always make the dirtiest things look lovely."
     "People say, I've got magic hands just like my momma. Someday, people will be saying the same thing for you!"
      "You think so, momma! I want to look just like you when I'm older, and do the things you do!" She put her hand on my shoulder and went down to my level.
       "You'll do great things when you're older sweetie. Now get washed up for dinner. The Walcott's will be here soon. You don't want to miss seeing your bestfriend so it's best if you hurry up." I raced up the stairs with happiness. Then it went black....