#83 The May-be Forest

I think I’m dreaming, but its hard to tell. A forest is moving around me like it has all been placed on a supersonic version of one of those travellators at the airport. I think I’m standing still. Everything else is a green blur. I can hear noises of animals big and small, I hope more small. There was howling earlier, but it stopped. I’m not sure if that’s good or bad.

I don’t know what I’m doing here, or how I got here in the first place, I don’t even know if I like it. Everything is a bit strange and I wish it would all slow down, but it isn’t unpleasant. I’ve considered waking up, stirring myself, and I think I could, I just don’t think I want to. I’m just lost. Lost in this may-be forest in a may-be dream.

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