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Current mood:  crushed
The sun can barely be seen through the trees out this way. An odd buzzing sound fills the air. Is it cicada season again? The thought of cleaning my pants and shoes of the burrs no longer enters my mind. I am determined to find my way back this time and I am not going to let a little inconvenience stop me. After all, I have something important to do and a promise to keep.
That's why I came here. That's why I'm walking. It seems like I've been walking forever. I come here often, don't I? Was it ever such a long walk before? Why haven't they come looking for me? I left something precious with them. What if I get lost? I need to get some milk in the house. That's why I'm walking. As long as I keep walking, I'll get out eventually. I can't feel the pain anymore. Would they rather I just stayed out here? I hear their voices in my head telling me I deserve what I get for coming out this way.
I can hear them calling out to me, reminding me of my promise. I can't seem to get any closer. Their voices seem so far away. I keep walking. The ground is beginning to rise up over my feet. I should have the breaks fixed on my car. It's level with my knees now. That can't be true. That would mean my feet were underground. I can still walk. I can't stop walking. I have something important waiting. Each step brings the ground closer. I keep walking but it's crawling up my body. I'm going to drown. I take a deep breath and the ground falls away.
Now I can see nothing but sky. I've fallen down again. It's happened before. The sky turns a familiar color. It fills me with relief. I haven't traveled very far at all. I was always right where I needed to be all along. I must get up. It must be dinner time by now. I must keep walking. I need it back, my love. The voices are louder now. I must go and answer them. I reach out to pull myself up. I put my hand on the clouds and the ground beneath me melts away. My hand falls through the sky, tearing the sun away.
It's dark out now. Have I been asleep? The voices are closer. I must keep walking. I can't let... My love… My promise… This story doesn't have to end… But, sometimes that's what a story does…
And this story just did.
1:00 AM
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