by: dreamer is my middle name
The haze was thick. But the sunlight created a yellow glow all around. She wasn’t quite sure what she was looking for except that the messenger had said she needed to go to Black Hills Forest. Stories told about this place were both filled with horror and miracles, but she always resolved that they were just stories with no truth to them. Walking through the ancient trees her mind wandered to when they first met. They both had reached for the same Starbucks coffee cup. Sheepishly he pulled his hand away when he realized it wasn’t his order and apologized. Not thinking anything of it she winked and walked away. Snapping out of her memory she soon realized the forest had transformed into the coffee shop her mind had just wandered to.