Not Enough Time

Awoke

     I begin to open my eyes, slowly. I find myself in a strange place. "Where am I?" I mumble to myself, unaware that I am even able to speak. I look around to see I am surrounded by nothing but "trees." That word is quite interesting. I close my eyes and began to think to myself. I don't even know how that word found its existence in my mind. What is the definition of a tree? I open my eyes back up and look up. I have found the perfect definition, it's "unique." It's beautiful long, "stick" goes into a beautiful green "grass." Grass doesn't seem proper for this so called "tree." Perhaps, leaves? Yes, perfect. Now, back to the "stick." A more understandable word would be Trunk.

     I stand up, unaware of my surroundings besides the unique trees that are all around me. There seems to be a opening over next to some tall "straws." I start to walk over to it and as I walk closer, I notice that it is a trail. Who knows where it could head to? I have a choice. I can either stay here pathetically waiting to be rescued, or I can go on the trail, even if there is a chance I could possibly become lost, as if I'm not already lost enough. I start to consider the second option, for I have nothing to be rescued from. Thoughts begin to scramble my mind. I decide to start walking on the trail. Time starts to pass. I can tell because the sun was beginning to go down. My legs are aching, but I continue to walk.

   (This is apart of the story. This is not an authors note)
I've noticed I have gone off-topic numerous times, and for that I apologize, there is just so much to say in the little time that I have. If this has confused you, don't worry. You'll find out soon enough.