“Coldness. Nothingness. Silence. Those are a few of my least favorite things. It was everywhere and nowhere. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t breath, couldn’t hear or feel my breaths. I felt like I was being followed, watched, but there was nothing - wait. A light? A sliver of light like through the crack of a door. It opened further and someone was standing there, his black finger came up to beckon me to him. How do I go? If I could, would I? I tried to speak but nothing. He appeared angry now, ...making wider motions for me to come but I couldn’t. I tried to scream as I saw him make a swift advance my way but he snapped his fingers in my face in frustration and then I was gone and surrounded by light. The lake. All else was forgotten for a moment as I recognized something. There was nothing but this tree. This tree has always been my favorite. The one our parents took us to for picnics on special occasions. We ignored the whole, ‘the trees alive and deserves our respect’ speech.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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