A Twilight Knockoff
Copyright© 2011 by Silverwolf691
Chapter 11
My head hurt when I woke up; I knew I'd dreamed of voices but I couldn't remember what was said. That's the last time I take those to go to sleep, I thought to myself and rolled out of bed, the bright sunlight shining through my windows stabbing my eyes.
Aunt Claire had left a note on the fridge saying she'd gone out with some friends and she'd be back later tonight, a hastily written cell phone number below her writing if I needed to reach her; she hated cell phones.
I had the house to myself, the sun was shining, my headache eased after breakfast and it might reach forty degrees. The majority of the snow was melted by noon and I decided to go exploring.
Claire's backyard ended at the trees and there was a little dirt track that led through to a small clearing a little ways in. I grabbed a picnic blanket, a regular blanket, a book and a bottle of juice and headed out, my cell phone turned to vibrate just incase.
The woods were comforting and smelled of clean air with the slightly musty odor of decomposing leaves rising up from under my feet.
The clearing was just as I remembered it, though in shades of brown and gray rather than the green I was used to, the earth squishy from the melted snow. I laid the plastic side of the picnic blanket down, took off my shoes and sat cross-legged in the middle, the other blanket across my lap.
It was very peaceful, the sounds of a Western Meadowlark echoing through the trees, its loud, cheerful warbling whistle making me smile. I laid back, my hands under my head and closed my eyes, relaxing. There was no place in my head for worry or irritation, no room for anything but the simple pleasure of connecting with my surroundings in a way that can't be done in a city. This was the real reason why I came here every summer; not the people, but the land.
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