She felt tired. Her feet dragged along the forest floor, she could not keep her eyes open nor her head up. She feels it behind her. It's getting closer. Closer. Closer.There's something chasing her, and she knows she should run but she can't. Move, she thinks. Behind her, she feels it. The searing heat. It's coming closer. Move, she wills her body and her legs and her heart and mind and just move, run! she screams at herself.
But then, there is another voice. And it tells her to lie her head down among the daisies. It tells her to sleep on the banks of the swamp. It tells her to stop fighting and simply accept.
So she does.
And she lays her head down in a field of daisies and all the fear and anxiety slips away. She slips into a tired cold sleep on the banks of the swamp with the fire behind her and she knows she will not wake.
Rest, my child.
She closes her eyes.
