OrchardHouse Winter

I do not want to go in shifts. I do not go into the forest, but it never confess. Everyone was a bit afraid after what happened oxygen. I’m afraid a lot. I hear now the odd whisper and roar through grinders and saws. When I touch on a felled tree, trembling under my hands and makes strange, almost human warmth. I loathe it. After the country is crawling such a thin green vines, I feel it growing before our eyes. Dupuy on it, but it probably stop doing, I feel I’m slipping under the sole and freezes me out of the back.

I started having dreams. Swinging. I soar above the planet and look at the forest. And then he looks at me, winks enormous blue eyes that as friends and conspirators. I wake up shivering. I do not want to sleep.

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