I wake just in time, nearly falling out of my hammock. Something is calling for me. I don't know what it is.
I climb down the tree, wave hello to the animals, and pop a few berries into my dry mouth. I am surrounded by thick vegetation and a dense canopy filled with beautiful birds of every kind. I gaze up and down.
Something is still calling for me.
It's like a rope is pulling me in; there's no escape. I follow the invisible rope, through vines and big tropical flowers and stop on the way for some honey from the bees. Then I keep going.
I'm standing in front of a big hole. A BIG hole.
The rope is still pulling me in, and it's not stopping. I take one step further, unable to resist temptation. My feet are digging into the edge of the hole. The deep hole. The dark hole.
The rope is still pulling me.
I bend down the upper half of my body to get a better look. My foot slips. I tumble backward, and slip on the mud.
I fall face first into the deep, dark hole.
wind whooshes my long hair, and I fall so fast there's a whistling sound.
Then I hit cold, hard ground.
