Was that an invite. The reality her mind was being pulled into left her confused. Did he say Thursday? It was getting worse for her the closer she moved toward that destination. She would be further into the forest. More trees and those unknown sounds. She would be alone. What type of maniac would expect a woman to go there alone. She felt it like the tide. A pulse. The constant rhythmic push and pull. This type of offering makes the explanation sound idiotic, purely insane. Why did you go there? What were you thinking? It made such beautiful sense at the time. Her mind was playing tricks on her. The sense of fear, a gauge for delusions like this. Why did he need her to be far from home? The place she felt safe. This would ultimately become the choice because it was too frightening. Her mind would focus on defending her, a concept never mentioned. Without him filling in details her mind had to resolve the dilemma.
It's not what you think it's what you believe. Patricia '96
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