The back of my head screamed in pain, my vision null and void.
What could I remember? Nothing. My sight was blurred, leading me to distrust of wherever I was.
A forest?
I was unsure.
I tried to put my hand up. My limbs were lifeless.
Certainly this wasn't sleep paralysis.
It took time before I noticed that I was being pulled through my hair by someone.
It hurt yet I couldn't fight it. I already felt weak.
My eyes remained open, refusing to close. Who or whatever was pulling me made sure twigs and insects bounced violently at the back of my head.
A blindfold was put over my still very open eyes.
Itchy!
Dirt, wet grass and mud formed paste at the back of my jacket.
The situation was uncomfortable, the journey long.
How was it that I had no clue of where I was?
And how did I get myself in this position?
Last I recalled, I was in my pastry shop being my usual Hanna Parson self.
A surrealish darkness clouded my head, my thoughts and I didn't realize I had passed out till I woke up in a strange room in a seemingly normal condition.
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In Her Waking [Formerly Breathe . . .]
FantasyTwenty year old Hanna Parson has never been away from her little home in Illinois and the sweet joy that her pastry shop came with. Well that was until she woke up to the wonderful black and white world of El Amores that had been folded into the sh...
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