I've been laying down on my stomach, drawing and playing hang-man with Amaranth for a while now. I'm not even sure how long I've been in Everr. Time doesn't seem to exist when you're in limbo. I mean, even if it does, there aren't any clocks to tell what time it is. For all I know I could have dies yesterday.
I sigh and smile to myself. Being dead isn't so awful. Of course I miss my family and my friends and my house and my backyard and the lovely forest a couple blocks away from my house, and I miss climbing and I miss sleeping and I miss eating food and drinking water, and, well, the list could go on for centuries. But I have all the friends I need right here in Everr.
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