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Full Moon
The wind whispers secrets, tickling my ears in the cold of night and hushes my heavy breathes. With sore eyes from haunted dreams I stare down at my feet. Both are buried in a mess of mud. Between my toes I feel the slosh of wet earth as I wiggle myself free and stand upright. I’d thought it was only a dream yet here I stand surrounded by cold trees uncaring of my panicked, racing heart.
My mind is working overtime to collect a memory of walking to this dark spot, yet it is either forgotten or unknown. When a strong wind overtakes me it sends my colorful pajama shorts slashing at my legs and tank top ripping against my stomach. My numb body stumbled forward, in that direction I began to walk.
Dead night was not a favored time to be lost in the woods. For several paces I felt my way through the dark until my eyes had time to adjust. When I was able to properly see I found that not much farther ahead stood a lone cabin almost hidden in the trees if not for the blood red door begging for me to take a look inside.
Moving forward I reached up my hand to knock but it parted. Slightly at first, the door opened, I could sense I hadn’t made contact with the painted wood so I stood a step back.
“You poor dear, are you lost child?” A voice, crooked with age, spoke out from the shadows of the unlit cabin. She moved forward into the light of the night provided by a full moon. This sent me another step back into the woods. Her face was melted in wrinkles and silver bullet eyes bore into mine which most described as a lively green. Ratty gray hair bunched on top the old woman’s head and she reached out a hand to me.
The last words I heard that night, “Wont you come inside.”
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