21: The Shift

Anyra

We sit at a small rise in the middle of a clearing in the woods. Trees stand around us, their tall trunks, branches, and leaves casting shadows in the moonlit night.

Bugs flutter around us, buzzing as they move about their small lives, unaware of the world around them.

It must be nice, to be innocent and free of the burdens of life. How much I envy that.

Logan sits beside me, his knees drawn up to his chest and his hands ...