Into the Forest

Enayi, Kani, and the olive-eyed apparition
Current mood: contemplative
Category: Writing and Poetry

The ground is cool under her bare feet but she likes the way the grass brushes against the bottom of them with each step. So soft the grass is, even the soil gives a little when her heel lifts up for the next step and her toes press a down a bit harder, sinking slightly into the earth.  Her shoes dangle from two of her fingers, bumping the left side of her leg occassionally, but her fingers are curled up to keep them from falling to the ground.  Her steps are steady but unhurried.  She can hear an occassional movement from the pond a short distance to her left, probably the movement of fish or turtles playing about.  There is no sound from the bare forest to her right.  No sound at all.  A breeze comes by, breezes are wonderful, they tickle her neck when her hair dances about as if it had its own life and was trying to dodge the wind itself.  It feels good as it passes the slope of her nose and cheeks, she can imagine the wind in colors and which colors touch where, because the feelings vary. The colors move in wave-like patterns, splitting and rejoining again.  The colors twist through her hair, that is why her hair dances about--room is made for the passage of the colors turning and curling and twisting through. When the colors touch the bridge of her nose and cheeks they do not stop, they continue on smoothly, but she can still feel it for awhile after it has passed.  The colors play on her shoulders, the breeze gliding up and over them, other colors curling off to the side of them; when they touch her skin they are united like a rainbow, but then each color separates from the union and goes it's own way, they reunite after she passes in a smooth unison without missing a beat.  She looks down for a moment, she likes the color of the grass and how thick it is, how soft it is.  When she looks up she almost loses her balance because he is there in front of her.  Her shoes slipped from her fingers as she tried to catch her balance and she stopped trying to avoid colliding with him.  He extended his hand in support of her balance, but she managed to regain it on her own.  Her gaze locked on his hand though, his hands wide and strong but not hard or calloused, his nails even more perfectly maintained than her own with a smooth edge to them, all even in comparison to the one next to it.  She unconsciously glanced at her own nails, her wrist twisted upward toward the sky, her fingers bent where she could see her own nails uneven, bitten, and not very femininely maintained.  She wished for a brief moment that she did have long, perfectly shaped nails that he may like her to have but then she dropped the hand as quickly as she had pulled it up to look at. Her gaze went from his booted feet up his leg and torso until it met his chin, then his lips. His chin was strong, his lips thin in a smile to make any woman's heart melt. His lips spread wide and then curled up at the corners.  Quite enticing unfortunately. His top teeth were visible through his grin, they were very white and even. She wished that she could find the flaw so she could dwell on it. Looking up a little more was his perfectly shaped nose, the bridge inclined at just the right angle, a perfect slope that bent back in at the end to meet his skin without interruption. His eyes were glazed with the look of an innocent child...only he wasn't that. His eyes were a bit rectangular but smoothed at the corners for a strong masculan appearance. Wonderful eyes, the color of a vibrant green olive. Although his hair was very dark flaked with a white strand here or there, his brows were not thick, they were not dark.  They took nothing away from his eyes that reflected false innocence.  But maybe they did have a grain of innocence. Maybe we all have a grain of it.  His jawline was sharp and defined, his face structured neither too wide nor too narrow. It was as perfect as if you were to create a sculpture and choose the most desired characteristics.  She would love nothing more than to look at this beauty until her soul escaped her body for the next world.  She could feel the heat emanating from his body, his life...but as he stepped forward his flesh took on a transparency that dimmed with each second. She could hear his breathing, slow and steady, she could see his chest rise and fall, but soon his flesh was so dimmed that she could see the trees beyond him in all their twistedness and leaflessness. The last of his presence was as he stepped through her own being.  She felt his warmth as he faded as if they were one, and when the warmth passed with his memory, the air surrounding her felt even cooler than it did before.  Much, much cooler.  She became chilled to the very bones inside of her.  Usually her teeth chatter slightly when she is cold, but they did not this time. The chill was not externally stimulated. She made her way to a rock a little closer to the pond that she had been walking by.  It was a rather large rock, to her hips, and smooth on top enough to make sitting there tempting.  She leaned backwards against it and used her arms to pull her body up on top of it.  She pulled her legs up to her chest, keeping them fastened with her arms around them and lay her head to the side of her left shoulder in a resting manner.  She watched for the reason the pond made the sounds before.  She saw a ripple in the water and kept her gaze there.  Soon she saw a small turtle peaking up from below.  He looked around and then vanished again.  A moment later he was crawling up a log not too far from where he was first seen.  She released her legs and let them guide her slowly sliding off the rock.  She took her shoes and lay them on top of the rock in her place. She slid her tattered top, which was a lime green tank top, off over her head and lay it on the rock next to her shoes.  Then she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, all slowly because time did not matter anymore.  She slid them off her legs and from around her feet followed by her red panties that clashed against the colors surrounding her and layed everything on the rock.  She savored the feel of the grass against her feet still as she walked toward the water, she savored the warm wind and its colors as it wrapped around and played with her body.  When her toes came to the water it was not the cold bite she thought may happen.  It was a cool-yet-warm pleasure.  It welcomed her. 

Below the water -- toward the center of the pond-- there was a soft light, the edges of it were light blue, the very center was white.  She took her time walking in, each step bringing her body more submerged into the water.  It tickled her skin as it would reach up where it was yet dry, it felt like tiny fingers tapping and inching up.  When the water was up to her jawline, it began to act like the colors of the wind and snake its way through her hair.  The feeling was sensational and alive.  Soon she was entire under the water.  She kept her breath within her, her eyes open.  It was another world beneath the surface. 

The light illuminated everything, the water plants even had colorful sorts of flowers, they were not flowers, but the equivelant. There was one fascinating one that caught her eye protruding from a rock at the bottom of the aquatic abyss: it had a yellow sphere for it's center and clinging to every edge in a circular manner were long, thin light-purple/pinkish "petals", they made a wave-like motion with the water current, and beside this purple "flower" was one identical, only it had yellow "petals" waving about. It put her in a trance momentarily seeping thoughts of the man with green eyes, these "flowers" were at the forest that he took her into, she remembered.

There were turtles stretching their webbed claws at the water steering their direction of travel, there were fish of all colors and patterns dabbed throughout the pond in all directions.  The slope of the underwater world continued down, the pond did not look this large and inhabited from above.  She thought that underneath this water it would be shallow or leveled out after a few steps, she thought maybe the water held only a few turtles or fish and that the water would be murky and green beneath the surface. Her lungs began to burn, she did not want to retreat to the world above just yet, but she had to have some fresh air.  She started to step backwards to ascend the decline but something caught her leg.  Her heart beat hard in panic, she looked down to see if she was caught on the vines of a plant although she knew she wasn't because of the grip closed around her was controlled.  There was a pale colored hand with thin webbing between it's fingers holding tight.  Before she could look to it's master the dead air from her mouth escaped her lips and water filled her lungs instead.  Everything fell dark as her body lost control of her support.