The Man Beyond The Trees

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My friends never noticed when I complained about him. They always looked at me like I was crazy when I threw rocks at him. I was starting to wonder if I was crazy, if the man was just a hallucination. I would go to bed wondering if I was loosing my mind.

I didn't sleep well for a long time that it affected my grades and my performance at school. The teacher seemed to be worried about me and one day I was sent to the office. We had been asked to draw pictures. Pictures about what we loved, made us brave or what we feared.

I drew the man beyond the trees.

I don't know what the principal and my mother talked about. I just remember how heavy my head felt, how my neck hurt like my head was crushing it. The next thing I remember was waking up in my bed, my mother taking my temperature. I wasn't sick, but I wasn't sent to school for a couple of days.

I was glad. I didn't have to see the man beyond the trees for a few days.

There's a man that watches from beyond the trees. He smells like honeysuckle.