was
scalding me. I stare over at Nate with my dirty hand prints all
over him returning my glare of complete and utter shock, what had I
done? What would have happened if he didn’t wake me up?
“Sera? Are you okay?” he whispers, “were you
asleep for all of that?”
“All of what?” I respond confirming his
fears.
“You woke me up telling me you couldn’t
sleep and began to kiss me. We were kissing for a quite while when
I saw you raise that!” he states pointing to the instrument on the
floor.
I stare down at my hands, covered in dirt.
What was I doing? Why can’t I remember?
“I don’t remember a thing,” I finally admit
looking up to him desperately trying to search my mind for
answers.
“It’s okay Sera,” he tells me with his hands
out like he means me no harm. I let him come to me slowly and wrap
his arms around me my eyes still wide against his chest. What
the hell is going on with me?!
I’ve changed my clothes and washed the dirt
from my nails by the time we eat breakfast. Nate has cleaned up too
and never mentions what happened and I’m more than happy to pretend
like it never did. I know that we will eventually have to talk
about it, but until then I’m more than happy to leave it safe under
the depths of my unconsciousness where it belongs. We head out to
the porch again to go on my daily run. Instead of pausing like last
time, as soon as I feel the cool breeze on my face and the fresh
air in my nose, I jump off the porch and into the forest. Besides
kissing Nate, this has to be my favorite part of the day. Nate is
right, with every passing day I feel like I ’ m becoming more and more in tune with the
‘New-Me ’ , so to speak. I no longer cringe
at the slightest sound, I’ve adapted to the sights, smells, and
sounds all around me. But no matter how advanced I become the smell
of the outdoors, the sun on my face, the wind in my hair, and the
sound of my crunching footsteps as I push myself to my limits will
never get old. When I finally come to the realization that Nate
isn’t behind me, I stop beside an oak tree and close my eyes.
He ’ s nearby. I can feel him ! I’m
walking towards where I sense him, it ’ s
like I can see with my eyes closed. I feel the smile cross my lips
as I mentally compare it to something in between sonar and night
vision goggles. My mind can sense the life around me, so I dodge
the trees as my feet trace their way to where I can feel Nate. When
I finally open my eyes, I see him leaning up against a tree with
his arms crossed.
“What took you so long?” he asks and I know
Training Day Two has commenced. I let out a scoff before he taps my
shoulder and states, “You’re It!” before disappears in a blur
dashing into the dense forest.
I roll my eyes before closing them,
following him a little faster this time; I catch him within a few
seconds. He dashes away again as soon as I catch up to him.
Breaking into a run after him making my way around trees and bushes
until I come face to face with something I ’ m not expecting. My eyes fly open when my mind
can ’ t comprehend what I sense. My eyes
meet the red ones of a large black bear standing directly in front
of me with drool dripping down from his large jowls. I freeze,
afraid to even breathe, he ’ s on all fours
and this animal is still twice the size of me. I slowly look
around, Nate is nowhere to be found. My eyes meet the large red
eyes of the gigantic creature again and he lets out a growl that
blows my hair back and shakes the very ground I ’ m standing on. I reflexively take a step back and I
find myself against the trunk of tree. I ’ m thinking maybe I can climb out of his reach, but
then the memory of an episode of National Geographic comes to mind
in which I saw a bear climb a tree to get to her cubs. I look up as
the thought crosses my mind and my eyes meet the brown eyes of a
tiny squirrel peeking their head out of their hole. The squirrel
looks from me to the bear and I think he
scalding me. I stare over at Nate with my dirty hand prints all
over him returning my glare of complete and utter shock, what had I
done? What would have happened if he didn’t wake me up?
“Sera? Are you okay?” he whispers, “were you
asleep for all of that?”
“All of what?” I respond confirming his
fears.
“You woke me up telling me you couldn’t
sleep and began to kiss me. We were kissing for a quite while when
I saw you raise that!” he states pointing to the instrument on the
floor.
I stare down at my hands, covered in dirt.
What was I doing? Why can’t I remember?
“I don’t remember a thing,” I finally admit
looking up to him desperately trying to search my mind for
answers.
“It’s okay Sera,” he tells me with his hands
out like he means me no harm. I let him come to me slowly and wrap
his arms around me my eyes still wide against his chest. What
the hell is going on with me?!
I’ve changed my clothes and washed the dirt
from my nails by the time we eat breakfast. Nate has cleaned up too
and never mentions what happened and I’m more than happy to pretend
like it never did. I know that we will eventually have to talk
about it, but until then I’m more than happy to leave it safe under
the depths of my unconsciousness where it belongs. We head out to
the porch again to go on my daily run. Instead of pausing like last
time, as soon as I feel the cool breeze on my face and the fresh
air in my nose, I jump off the porch and into the forest. Besides
kissing Nate, this has to be my favorite part of the day. Nate is
right, with every passing day I feel like I ’ m becoming more and more in tune with the
‘New-Me ’ , so to speak. I no longer cringe
at the slightest sound, I’ve adapted to the sights, smells, and
sounds all around me. But no matter how advanced I become the smell
of the outdoors, the sun on my face, the wind in my hair, and the
sound of my crunching footsteps as I push myself to my limits will
never get old. When I finally come to the realization that Nate
isn’t behind me, I stop beside an oak tree and close my eyes.
He ’ s nearby. I can feel him ! I’m
walking towards where I sense him, it ’ s
like I can see with my eyes closed. I feel the smile cross my lips
as I mentally compare it to something in between sonar and night
vision goggles. My mind can sense the life around me, so I dodge
the trees as my feet trace their way to where I can feel Nate. When
I finally open my eyes, I see him leaning up against a tree with
his arms crossed.
“What took you so long?” he asks and I know
Training Day Two has commenced. I let out a scoff before he taps my
shoulder and states, “You’re It!” before disappears in a blur
dashing into the dense forest.
I roll my eyes before closing them,
following him a little faster this time; I catch him within a few
seconds. He dashes away again as soon as I catch up to him.
Breaking into a run after him making my way around trees and bushes
until I come face to face with something I ’ m not expecting. My eyes fly open when my mind
can ’ t comprehend what I sense. My eyes
meet the red ones of a large black bear standing directly in front
of me with drool dripping down from his large jowls. I freeze,
afraid to even breathe, he ’ s on all fours
and this animal is still twice the size of me. I slowly look
around, Nate is nowhere to be found. My eyes meet the large red
eyes of the gigantic creature again and he lets out a growl that
blows my hair back and shakes the very ground I ’ m standing on. I reflexively take a step back and I
find myself against the trunk of tree. I ’ m thinking maybe I can climb out of his reach, but
then the memory of an episode of National Geographic comes to mind
in which I saw a bear climb a tree to get to her cubs. I look up as
the thought crosses my mind and my eyes meet the brown eyes of a
tiny squirrel peeking their head out of their hole. The squirrel
looks from me to the bear and I think he
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