At which point, two dogs came licking my face.
“Come on, wake up!” Mama told me. “Time to head back
home.”
I slowly sat up from the forest floor just outside my own back
porch. The sun was shining, and the smell of BBQ chicken was
rich in the air. Confused, I stood up, and felt something ache my
hand. I looked down to find it bound with that dark green, ugly
curtain material. I ran over to the house next door after Mama
had left to go back inside our home. I found the same window
that one of the dogs had crashed through, but the window was
perfectly intact. Nothing showed that I had even walked by the
house, except for a tear in the ugly green curtain to reveal a cold
woodstove with shadowed walls that still smiled at me.
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