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Forest Lights of Mystery

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Chapter 1

While working her way through the dense forest with its many balls of light Sandra was careful not to let her guard down for fear of the unknown that would possibly take over. Knowing within her mind that she needed to find a way out of this endless place she was careful not to trip over the roots of the trees or to even touch the trunks for fear that the lights would extinguish and leave her lost within as a secret to be forgotten. She did not know how long she had been walking in this place or if it was even a real place. These mysteries left her mystified and terrified all at the same time.

As if from far away she feels herself being shaken and with a jolt she comes out of her dream. At first groggy and still lost within the remnants of what she had experienced.

“Sandra, are you awake?” asked the tall blonde from beside her bed.

“No Dave, I am not awake. Leave me alone!” she exclaims with much distress as she snuggles back under her cover. She is trying to drift back in the dreamy forest filled with the flaming lights and continue the journey she began there.

“Sandra, you better not dare fall back to sleep.” States Dave as he pulls her cover off her so the cool air can jolt her out of the overbearing sleep state she is in.

Sandra groans, stretches, and finally sets up on the side of the bed. She glances longingly at her pillow before standing and walking into her bathroom. “Dave, why are you here so early?” asks Sandra as she brushes her long black hair standing at her bathroom mirror.

“Honestly, I do not know, Sandra, something just led me to be here.” Answered Dave as he sweeps his hand through his short red hair. He swung his gaze to look at her a question in his deep green eyes that he was not sure if he wanted to know the answer to, so it remained unasked.

“Well what exactly do you want?” asked Sandra as she come back into her room and crossed over to her walk-in-closet to search for her clothes that she would wear for the day.

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