Where You re Supposed To Be
Pete’s eyes flutter open as cool droplets of rain fall upon his face. Everything is blurry, confusing. He squints through the streaks and droplets clinging to his glasses. He’s outside. When did he go outside?Raindrops splash on the top of his head, reminding him of his expanding bald spot and matting his thinning, scraggly hair as he gazes ahead. He’s standing alone in a clearing, staring into a thick, dark forest just a few meters before him. The tall, wet grass clings uncomfortably to his...
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