The Forest

I was awake?

Indeed, I was awake. Along did my nostrils awaken to smell the stench of my puke that had made its entrance in the middle of the night.

I was sick for god knows how long, weeks, months, a year maybe? Either way, it was agony. Every night while the moon was high I woke, shaken by my cold sweats and the contents in my stomach begging for release. Maybe I wouldn't be experiencing this if I hadn't wandered to the forest as a babe. Mother tells stories, mostly about the forest we share our home with, it was alive, living and breathing.. Perhaps not breathing only the illusion of it, but it felt very much alive.