24 September 2012
I stopped. If he managed to get in here, it meant that there was a way out! Happy thoughts of me running out in the open filled my mind. Oh how I now longed to be free! "How did you get in here?" I asked whilst sharply turning on my heels. "I was wandering. I don't really now how..." he said. Those happy thoughts that I was thinking of disappeared and I saw myself sleeping on a branch, thin, pale and old. My eyes misted. He started blabbering on about going on a walk and then not being able to get home. I'd had enough. I turned and started to run. "Wait! How did you get here? Run away from your wedding or something?" he laughed. "I don't actually know," I said truthfully,"And that scares me". I stopped running again. "What do you need?" "A way out of here." "I can do that, I swear I can," he replied, closing his eyes and leaning closer. "You can, can you?" I smiled whilst closing my eyes and leaning in, too...
I woke on the small hill sun bathing me. Ah, what a comfy... Pillow? I didn't have a pillow. I looked up. Oh, it was... I didn't even know his name! To hell with that. He told me he could get me out and, well, he did. He was sleeping. He looked like an angel. I looked at him and felt a warm feeling and it wasn't because I was sat in the sun! What was this feeling that felt so good? No! It couldn't be! Could this really be love?
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