Me

The trees rustle.

Leaves crackle and crunch in my ear.

I see a minitrue snail slithering across the garden, leaving a silvery trail.

I hear a voice.

Hello?

Who’s there?

Clare, Clara, Amy, Abi?

It’s my mind, isn't it?

I hear a pant.

I feel a lick on my hand

To tell me it’s ok.

My hair goes up and floats in the air.

Small shining lights surround me.

I lift off my chair.

The small, brownish, caramel dachshund barks,

Scaredly.