Lost

TWEET LOG

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NO ENTRY FOR FEB. 22

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TWEET LOG

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ENTRY #5 FEB. 23

     “I have been watching you for a little bit,” The stranger began.

     I paused, in the middle of shoveling what was my third stack of pancakes into my mouth. Just exactly how long is a little bit, I thought.

     “Not too long, just when I came and found you asleep on this bench here.” She continued. Did she just read my mind?!

     I swallowed my food and asked, “Oh, were you keeping an eye on me…?”

     “Yep! Pretty much.” She flashed me a gentle smile. “I could tell you were lost, and I wanted to make sure no one bothered you while you slept.” 

     “Why, thank you… Hey, wait, how did you know I was lost?”

     “It was just something my gut told me.” She replied. “Hey, let us get out of the public eye to talk some more. We can head to my place.”

     I suddenly remembered all the trust I put into Odd Hepian, and how they had ended up doing more harm than good. So, I was hesitant. And it must have shown, because her gentle expression had changed into a slight frown.

     She began to study me a bit. For some reason, I found myself unable to move as she did so. Her eyes were covered by her bangs, but yet, I feel like she could see directly into my soul. Finally, she spoke.

    “Ahh… Someone did you wrong, did they not? I can sense a lot of turmoil within your heart right now.”

    I could not say anything. To be fair, she was not wrong. She had somehow read me like a book, and I was not sure how to feel about it (maybe she could see directly into my soul?).

    “How about you tell me all about it when we get to a safer place?” She suggested. “My name is Witch, by the way. I am the Figment Dimension’s first therapist.”

    “Huh? The Figment Dimension?” 

    “That is right! You are currently in the Figment Dimension. We do not call it that in our language, but one of my clients suggested to just call it that in English.” Witch explained.

     I sat silently for a moment to process this info. “...And you are it’s first therapist?”

    She let out a little laugh. “Technically. I will admit, I do take pride in that title. However, as for why I am the first, I am still trying to figure that out. It is a long story.”

   I nodded. At this point, something told me that she was more trustworthy than Odd Hepian, so I finally decided to let her take me to her place.

   And here I am now. I am in her residence, and we have been talking and drinking tea. 

   It is a nice place. It is located within this mall, because strangely enough, there is a hotel here, too. Witch resides in the hotel, although her room looks more like a small apartment than a hotel room. It is cozy and warm in here, and for the first time in a little while, I feel safe.  

   Witch ran out to get something, so that left me with some time to write this entry. Now that I have written what I wanted to write, I think I am going to shut my eyes for a little bit.