I have been in this forest for 3 days now, waiting for someone to find me. At first I thought I was dreaming. Looking at my body from above, anticipating the dream to end and to return to my physical form. But it has been 3 days and I haven‘t woken up.

I watched a deer coming closer and investigating my body. It stepped into a dark pool only realising too late, that is wasn‘t just water. It turned around and dashed away, leaving a few red prints on the leaves that suround my body.

That was the last living creature I saw. Two days ago. Now I am waiting to be found. Waiting for someone searching for me.

I try to not look at my bashed-in head, but my eyes keep trailing back to the rusty brown wound and the bat that caused it.

„I think I see something back there!“ I finally hear a voice shout „It‘s a hand. Oh my god it her hand!“. Foot steps are picking up their pace. Three people step into my resting place.

More people come and go, until finally someone picks me up and carries me away.

Finally I can rest.