Humidity grows thicker as steps gain length. Grayish clouds swarm above ensuring night’s prescience. Paranoia heightens as I walk alone. I am lost, restless and confused in which cause is given to my unknown position in this unfamiliar forest. Accidental tripping occurs often while stepping over broken branches and fallen trees. Another mistaken lose of footing happens. Immediately my body falls forward. My head is somewhat stopped by a tree. Aiming at some chance of alleviating pain I sit beneath this tree.
My parent given name is Jonathan Williams. I am decently middle aged. Indeed my surroundings are unfortunate. I have been searching for an exit through this forest for a number of days. As to how many days, well my count would indeed be wrong. How in fact I wound up here is a mind-boggling mystery. A number of reasons could be assumed. Perhaps it is accountable to one of many drunken dazes. However self-convincing that may sound there is no liquor scent lingering. Some aroma of vodka or whiskey would obviously be easily noticed from casual but over-excessive drinking. Nonetheless my situation is troubling and dangerous, more definitive it’s oddly dangerous, because there is no light, illuminating this forest. Countless tall trees undoubtedly repel all moonlight. Hidden risks are impossible to notice, like harmful animals and insects. Externally unsafe, lost, internally bewildered, frightened, this predicament worsens.
Times sand passes then sounds vibrate loudly throughout both ears from an unknown area. These sounds formulate into a voice. “Sir, are you hurt? That old branch seemed to have caused you substantial harm? But In great thanks I am, for you have awoken me from this silent slumber.” Says a voice lowly, yet expressions of happiness are noted. I gaze around thoroughly with lowered eyes searching the forest; neither an identifiable attribute nor a definitive human figure can be acquired. At the moment I lie in a muddy brownish puddle filled with puzzling question. Another sentence arrives from the same voice, “Sir behind you, no need to look so strangely around. Because I tower over covered in moss and bark as you lie on my side." I slowly look upward as my eyes open widely in intense shock.
Something mentally must have been damaged during that fall. Insanity has your meddling illusionist hands finally gained control. I must think. There is no blood running from anywhere. No, no, this in itself is too realistic also no hallucinations have squeezed themselves within my mind today. Furthermore no evidence to believe I am either besotted or chained down by influences of other mind-altering substances is showing; this is purely reality, untouched and unharmed realness. The tree I lie under has awoken in full energy and spoken. Therefore I must indulge in this rare piece of sane reality.
“Sir, once again are you ok? If I must pressure for a response by repeated asking.” Says the tree.
I replied with mumbled words spewing out. "My head feels minuet pain but more importantly there are massive amounts of judgment clouding questions about questioning reality, which are much more painful than any head trauma. Possibly could it be true that I am engaging in conversation with an ill placed tree?”
“Sir even with immobility it is obvious that I take part in your stated "questionable reality." Feelings and emotions flow deep inside in the same way roots grow within the ground. Questioning if my existence coincides within reality thoroughly irritates.” Said the tree, showing it's hurt tone.
“Apologies, I sincerely did not mean to cause disrespect through thoughtless words. Honestly you must understand the shock that bothers me. It is very strange to talk to a tree. As a society following human this goes far beyond the reach of our close-mindedness. We have not broken language barriers between all things created by god’s almighty hands. May I ask what's your name, if you have such?”
“I named myself Tratamus. A name created by randomly organizing letters of the English language.”
“It is unthinkable that you have ascertained knowledge of human language. Amazing, you've also created a name. I am delighted to make your acutance. While introduction are under way my name is Jonathan Williams."
