The Oak tomb
It's raining, the drops fall continuously on my fawn red fur and on my nose, my smell is clouded but my sight is as sharp as ever. My attention gets locked on a little white figure, not so far from me. I start sneaking towards it and I quickly sprint against this little figure, catching them before they can even notice.
After so many days, I finally managed to catch something ! Finally, I'll eat something. Suddenly, I hear something anomalous; raindrops on the leaves and on the branches on the ground, then a bunch of leaves get pounded by something way heavier than me... My focus shifts completely, while I eat, I pay extreme attention to the noises coming from behind me. I hear another step, then another one. The raindrops vanishes, all the world is in a surreal silence, the two steps echo in my head while the rain keeps being silent and the steps become louder each time. There's a third step, then a fourth one just after the previous one, then utter silence. Now I must act, one second of delay would cost me my neck. I start running away, without looking back, the steps become heavier and faster and my breathe runs faster than my legs. I swiftly dash between the trees, hoping to outrun them. I run like I never did in my entire life, for a moment I grieve the only meal I managed to find in days, but I rapidly return to think about outrunning my chaser. I'm so focused on running that the steps, together with the rain, vanish into this hectic limbo. Nothing, just me and what I see in front of me. After some time my sight clouds, but my frenzied run keeps going on. The moon is now high in the sky, for how much did I just run ? Well, it doesn't matter now. Whatever was chasing me, gave up. The rain frequency stabilized, but it starts feeling like it will never end.
I find a little hole, just under an oak, I decide to use it for the night. I crawl into it, the humid heart is warm nonetheless, and the dark miss is soft. I lay on it, all shaking for the hunger and for the cold. My mind start wandering in the memories of the day, then in those of yesterday, then in all the previous ones as well going every second more depth. It's like finding myself in a tunnel. I go through it, I can see a light at the end of it, but I can't really figure out what's there. once I get there, the tunnel disappears, and I find myself in my hole again. Everything feels calmer, everything feels quieter. I stop shaking, I feel weirdly warm now. The sound of the rain on the leaves lulls me through the night and the sleep, in which I slowly fall into. My eyelids feel heavy, and they slowly close themselves as the timeless night starts; this wood will be the home of my slumber, this oak my eternal tombstone. Let the wind tell my nameless story, for my soul will rests among many others, in this quiet land.
