Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28439145-20170829045226/@comment-26510374-20170908143552

I woke up and ran.

I didn't know where I was going, until I reached the tree. I barely registered that I was inside the hollow, digging up the tightly closed bag, running back to wherever I was before a collapsing again. I held the bag tightly, as if I was treating the whole thing as a doll and not attempting to take that out.

I saw clearer faces but didn't attach, because even though I felt its shiny metal blade and saw how it reflected the sun I didn't know where it was.