In the night
The world suddenly flips upside-down. I find myself facing a girl with longish black hair and ice-blue eyes.
“Peter?” She says softly. Her voice sounds like it’s vibrating through a pipe. “Peter?” Eventually she runs off with some other kids. What’s left is a lady with artificial dark curls.
I break into a sprint. She watches me disdainfully but doesn’t race after me. The trees are really tall, almost redwoods. The leaves are scattered on the ground, a haphazard mix of red, orange and gold. In the distance, there are four holes in the ground.
Meanwhile, I’m preoccupied with questions. My name is obviously Peter. I’m not sure why I’m running away.
Suddenly, I stumble. I fall into the second hole.
My ears split with the sound of running water.
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