Restless Soul
“She was floating, or at least treading so lightly on her feet that she couldn’t feel what she was certain was marshy ground under her. However, she could feel—or imagined that she could—the soft brush of fern leaves across the backs of her hands hanging at her sides and the breeze that played across her face, cooling her.
It was warm in her dream, the sun high overhead and cutting through a gap in the tall jungle canopy. Summer, maybe, she speculated, and near noon. She wanted it to be summer a...nd so guessed that it was—it was her dream and she could make it whatever season she wanted. But it wasn’t too hot. She’d sweated enough the past few days.
Beads of water on the big acacia leaves hinted that it had rained recently. Annja hadn’t been caught in it, though, as she was thoroughly dry; she’d had enough of rain recently in real life that it didn’t need to intrude on her dream. She didn’t hear anything, but thought that she should.
Then sounds intruded, all of them pleasant, the chirp of the small green tree frogs that had sprung up on the trunks, the musical chitter of a little monkey, the cry of a bird circling overhead and the gentle hush of the leaves nudging one another in the breeze.MoreLess
It was warm in her dream, the sun high overhead and cutting through a gap in the tall jungle canopy. Summer, maybe, she speculated, and near noon. She wanted it to be summer a...nd so guessed that it was—it was her dream and she could make it whatever season she wanted. But it wasn’t too hot. She’d sweated enough the past few days.
Beads of water on the big acacia leaves hinted that it had rained recently. Annja hadn’t been caught in it, though, as she was thoroughly dry; she’d had enough of rain recently in real life that it didn’t need to intrude on her dream. She didn’t hear anything, but thought that she should.
Then sounds intruded, all of them pleasant, the chirp of the small green tree frogs that had sprung up on the trunks, the musical chitter of a little monkey, the cry of a bird circling overhead and the gentle hush of the leaves nudging one another in the breeze.MoreLess
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