My Own Reality

Here I am in reality.

I turn the page,

and I'm in the forest.

Trees lightly dusted with white powdered sugar.

Wearing just pajamas and slippers,

I start walking.

I saunter over logs,

Under low branches.

I see squirrels scurrying up and down trees,

Deer chomping on snow covered needles.

I stop walking and look back.

My footprints have disappeared within the new fallen snow.

I start running.

Not knowing what I'm running from,

just knowing that I need to escape it.

I hear the muffled thump of footsteps behind me,

gaining by every second.

I hear dogs and male voices gaining volume.

I continue runn...