Something’s coming...

It’s dark, I can’t see...silly girl open your eyes. The sky is gray and it’s dark all around; I’m lying on the ground. I can feel the grass between my fingers, it’s wet but not enough to make my dress wet. I sit up and there are houses near me. Strange, these houses are small, like Alice in Wonderland small, I wonder how you could get inside?

But not everything is small, just the one house...so strange. The trees are normal, there’s a bridge far off...I should cross the bridge. I have to run... to the bridge. The urge to run is strong because something is coming....someone is coming. The wet on the grass, are the tears falling from my cheeks.