The night is wintry and the sky is dark, peaceful sounds hover high above. The oval of grass is surrounded by thick underbrush, you picture strange eyes staring and watching. Hesitantly they join hands and in a line, take tentative steps across the ground. A twig snaps far off to the left, she stops, and feels the new heaviness of the air. Quickens her pace and tightens her grip, she feels the sweat from her friends hands. Walking into the distance and mist, she stops when she reaches the creek. The black water is flowing fast, so he takes off his shoes. She can not see beneath the surface, only imagine what could be lurking. She remains still as she is carried across, once on the other side she forces a smile. Join hands once more and start up the hill, it will not be long before she reaches home. As she climbs up the hill she sees the street lights, and breathes a sigh of relief. Turn to the friend whose hand she is holding, to see the face of a crazy man smiling.
Reason for writing:
This was a dream of a friend
Birth sign: Leo
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