Wednesday, 25 September 2013

Never-ended story

She awoke. Her eyes were still closed, but she was awake. It was those times when you woke up, and didn't know where you were.

She was on her back, lying on what felt damp and soft on the surface but hard below. It smelled like dirt, dirt after a rainy day.

Finally, she opened her eyes. Above her, green and white patches formed before her eyes could focus, and slowly, she realize that she was lying on her back below some trees. Her palms were facing the ground. She curled her fingers and felt the texture of what she was lying on. There's moisture. It was indeed dirt, not disgusting dirt, but black, firm, nice smelling dirt, damp because of the morning dew. Was she in a forest?

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