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Playing in the woods as a child, you feel that pull.
Its a soft lull, and you come closer, the air slightly shimmering in a rough circle.
First, you stick your hand through, in amazement as it seemingly vanishes. Next thing you know, you decide to go through.
You close your eyes hard, fear, maybe?
Then you open them.
Its beautiful. Wide open valleys, fields, flowers, lush grass, towering sunlit forests decorated with beautiful vines and blooms.
You aren't you. You aren't alone.
A cat, like you, walks up. Hello, stranger.
Its beautiful here. Everyone is so nice.
It feels nice to not have to stand and bear your weight all the time. Four legs is comforting. Soothing. Its so soothing here.
You come back, time and time again.
Is it just me, or does the hole feel so much smaller?
You are an adult now. Life is hard. No matter what you do, its never the right thing.
You keep coming back, again and again.
You see it in his eyes, he's wary, worried for you.
He knows what you have been trying to not acknowledge. He knows everything.
This time, its harder. You really have to push to come through.
Its scary. He talks with you, admittingly. He knows. He warns. No one stays this long, they always come and go.
You are still here.
You don't know if you can leave, that you would ever want to.
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