Adrift Among Trees

In time we'll hear the song again. The song the ocean sings when you stand alone at the end of a pier, deafened to the noise of people behind you.

I stood upon the bow of a ship, tiny and frail, once. Behind me screaming in terror students and teachers. Young and old. Both alike.

But the ocean did not embrace me in evils.
It only gave me the gentle tug and a light hug of love.
It amazed them that the ocean was so kind, to someone so small.
When it would gladly rip the strong from their feet and split them into pieces.

I do miss when it felt that nature loved me.
Perhaps that's what has gone missing in this world.

For some reason we had moved to a new house, my sister with us. It was a large house with three floors. Most of the first floor was filled with studies and a large library that actually went two floors high.
Second floor had a dining hall, with a kitchen off the back, and a very large master suite. The top floor had a common room and several bedrooms. At least ones bathroom on each floor.

My parents took the master suite, obviously, while my sister and I got rooms on the top floor.

We had just finished unpacking around the time everyone headed to bed. My sister was taking about meeting the neighbors and told me they said something strange about seeing me on the top floor the night before carrying something, "though that might have just been the ghost."

Apparently the house has a long history and a number of ghosts. The most activity happened.. On the top floor.

As I'm one who doesn't sleep well, I was up most of the night in the dream. When I heard lots of noise.

My sister came running to my room worried about me and then we both saw someone about my height run past my doorway. We decided to check it out, and kept hearing people muttering all over the top floor.

We eventually decided we needed to catch this with a camera and I was frantically trying to get my camera together when outside the room it sounded like someone knocked over a shelf full of glass and metal.

My sister yelled out the doorway then ran around the corner out of sight while I was telling her to calm down and wait, as I had almost finished getting the camera lens attached.

Then I woke up.


What I found especially strange is that when I woke up I was drawn to look across my room, and stood up off a desk was a cable that was wrapped, tied, and sequestered away in a drawer.

I'm not sure why it managed to be on the table entirely untidy and.. Almost like it were hanging. Until I got up tidied it back to how it was.

It was perhaps the strangest thing in a while.