I am sitting alone in a forest. I loved the forest until this day. Because now when the trees sway with the wind, I am the wind. And when the birds chirp for there friends, I am the birds. Don’t ask me how.

I was just sitting on a quiet log minding my own business when I stood up, walked to a bush, and wind came out of my mouth, so powerful it shook the bush. And a bunny scurried out, only I was the bunny.

Who I am switches every single moment.

And now I am thigh deep in mud walking where nature decides I am going. I keep walking, lucky for me I cannot feel the resistance of the mud. Then I see a figure, tall sturdy, a person I have not seen in years. Suddenly I am at home. All the worries from the past years are gone.

I run to him. And I can feel the forest still controlling me but I would have run to him anyways. I hug him, and he feels the same way, still tall and lean. Then he touches my hand and the spell breaks, I can control myself again.

But he is gone. I stumble around but he is gone. Just like he should be.