Perspectives

I try my hardest not to freeze.

Breathe...

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

In.

snap

Out.

Relax my body.

In.

Out.

In.

snap

Out.

Focus my mind.

In.

Out.

In.

crack.

Out.
I feel a presence step upon the moss bed.
Their weight presses it down.
Shifting me slightly.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

It steps off.

In.

Out.

I hear a soft murmur.

snap

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

snap

In.

Out.

In.

Out.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.

Silence.

I sit up.

Nothing has changed.

Wait.

No.

There. In the bed.

I see the scuff, torn moss shifted aside revealing the loam underneath...

But that one is from me.

This one.

This one isn't.