87. Henri
Chapter 87
Henri
It’s dark, and I’m cold until the sun starts shining. I’ve never been to this place before, but the lush ferns and the sunlight dancing through the trees are peaceful. A path emerges before me, and I follow it, letting the trail take me where it pleases.
Birds sing overhead in a steady tune, and the intermittent rustle of leaves comes and goes with a wind I cannot feel. I’m alone. Though, there are no woodland creatures that come to visit.
I’m lonely, and soon the peaceful forest feels too vast. Does the trail know to take me home? How did I get here without Deacon?
When I go to call out, nothing comes from my throat. No sounds breach the quiet landscape.
I run along the path, but it only keeps opening before me, and if I try to go in a different direction it moves with me.
Stopping myself, I close my eyes. Surely, I’ll feel Deacon in our bond. He would be here within me.
Somehow, despite not feeling him, I know the forest is peaceful because of him. My panic fades. Maybe this place is Deacon, and when I wake up, he will be with me.
The question is, when did I go to sleep?