Strings from “Somethin’ Stupid” stuck in time.
Lost in the wild as a foolish youngling, she watches the sun go down. No light, no phone, no fire. Moon but a sliver. She shivers. Sweat beads down her face from the hot and anxious day. A night-beckoned breeze tustles her hair. She begins to tremble at the thought of his goofy grin, at how she would feel safe and scared at once if he were next to her. She’s shaking some primal instinct loose as the colour drains from the sky. The pinks and yellows meld seamlessly into the greys and darks, so slowly she can't pinpoint when it happens, but at last she knows that the sun has set.
She lays back on the crinkle-crunchy leaves. All she can see are shadows of branches up against the blue-black sky. Heart beats slow to a whisper as adranaline relinquishes control. Bugs crawl on her but she’s calm now and most of them don’t bite. She stares at the stars - so beautiful. The most beautiful thing she’s ever seen.