The torrential hits my body as I leave the porch and run through the gate.
I don’t know why I’m behaving like this. This man intrigues me so much I can’t stop myself. Was this the way Alice felt when the followed the white rabbit down the rabbit hole? I can’t help but wonder.
Slipping and sliding, we make our way through the field. It is a treacherous path that involves slopes and small hills. With splatters of mud up to my calves, and my bare feet screaming, I tread over the cold, wet grass and I almost catch up to him - this astonishes me because I’m definitely not the athletic type.
As I get closer, I notice that he’s wearing plain white pants and a matching long sleeved shirt. The combination is like pajamas, strangely. However, his attire only catches my attention for a moment because, when we reach the edge of the forest, he derails my thoughts by turning his head in my direction and beckoning me to keep running after him.
I can barely see through my streaky glasses, so I take them off and tuck them in my cardigan’s pocket. My sight improves a bit, and somehow that makes me feel like I can run ten times faster. But, why is he motioning me to chase him?
He looks over his shoulder again, and waves his hand frantically. It almost seems as though there’s something behind us.
“Hurry!”
I look behind, and the strangest scene I have ever seen plays out before me.
There are seven wild-haired guys clad in white pajamas, clumsily running in back of us, trying to catch up. One of them has my Sponge Bob blanket over his shoulder, carrying a bundle of things in bank robber style; another one is holding out a metal hula hoop, and he has a determined look on his face; the one in the back is holding some kind of metal rod over his head; and the rest of the boys are shouting “wait for us!!”
I blink twice as the scene goes down in slow motion.
If I weren’t out of my mind, chasing a character from my book, in a storm that may cause a mudslide to tear through the woods at any moment, I would have laughed.
Suddenly, I feel someone’s cold fingers slip between mine, holding my hand gently, calling my attention back to him. The man I have been chasing points at a clearing in front of us, and when I take a closer look, I see a beam of light shining between the trees.
I have a breakthrough. It was absurd of me to take on this venture to kill my curiosity. It’s time for me to take my leave.
I come to a sudden halt, breaking free from this man’s grasp.
Without hesitating, he turns on his heels and grabs my wrist. It feels different from when he took my hand the first time. This time, his grip is confident and strong as he tugs me, forcing me to walk behind him.
“Stop! Stop! Where are you taking me?” I shrill, but my voice is drowned by the rain and thunder.
To be continued…
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