Cursed Woods
The crooked tree of my dreams is real. Yet no one believes me. Every night I wake there. I can’t seem to get away from.
Tonight I lie in my bed my partner watching me to make sure I stay put. I fall sleep into a dark slumber and all is peaceful
Yet when I awake next I am by the crooked tree my partner is no where in sight. “Why shall I wake by the crooked tree?”
I ponder over and over.
Thus I begin my long path back home my feet bare and without socks. From around me I hear voices calling out to me. “Luna! Luna!”
Over and over. They want me to go to them. Deeper in the woods but I know better I shall not go.
On this evening on my trek home I see a young whom I’ve never seen before. Her feet are bare and her hair is a mess. She is in her pjs and she looks sleepy. I walk to her and ask, “Sweetie, are you lost?”
The little girl looks at me and says, “Every night I wake up under the same crooked tree.”
I blink jerking back. That voice. It’s mine. It is mine from when I was a child at least. I remember like it were yesterday. Had someone asked me that? I do not know.
The child turns away and says, “I must go home.”
“I must go home too for I wake by the same crooked tree every night.”
She nods and walks off. Her last words still on the wind, “Never walk into the woods.”
I swallow hard before I return to my path home. At home I find my partner sleep and I wake him. He jerks and I say, “I was by the same tree again.”
“Go to sleep.” I nod
But was it all a dream for I must never go into those cursed woods.