That ear–hanging croak turned out to belong to a frog, a frog with..brunnete hair and life size paired with a ton of dark freckles smothered all 'round the face.

"Ou shi lil—I mean big girl..uhm—nice to meet you I guess, you look like a certain person I...kinda know."

"Seriously Baldy?! 'Kinda know'—couldn't you just say frogs—"

She definitely sounded furious in the description I gave.

"Hold on—why am I talking to a frog almost my size—and WHY ain't I disgusted of you?"

"Well It's your Frog–prophet Neeta and Your BOSS Neeta—AND ON TOP OF THAT—"

"AYE—okay man. I GET IT— you are Neeta. But why you a frog?"

She puffed In a CROAK as her chin inflated.

"WELLLLL—that's cuz I am a manifestation"

"Of what?"

"Your perspective for Neeta which is me. Didn't know I was a large frog in your head you dirty rascal!"

"Ou damn—so you know all 'bout her?"

The Frog‐Neeta rolled her eyes, it was never in my bucket list seeing a frog roll eyes, when she did her eye, which had a rectangular pupil completely vanished into mild orange.

"Well of course NOT—I am a manifestation from YOUR thoughts not hers!!"

"Ou so it works like that here".

She plunged her hand in the mud, in all this vast never ending boundries of this hyper organised, structureless flat grass and soil place, this mud seemed just like it should be, messy.

"Well Baldy look at your hand"

"My hand?"

She nods in yes.

"Oh—OH—what happened to me?!"

"You are a two–dimensional paper doodle—mwuhehhehe!"

"What WRONG with you—and WHY that evil laugh?!"

She palmed her, i didn't know what that part was called but maybe the area between the eyes and the thin lip.

"that's for the dramatic effect you testicle head"

"NOT—that testicle thing again please!"

"Fine Mister Beenli the 'whine shine', happy now?!"

"Very happy"

"Guddd"

...as I stood there, I saw her "froggy" insincts taking over, she was waddling in hops all around the giant lily pads. In the real counterpart swamp I never knew there were lilypads there all still.

"Well, you wanna come and wrestle 'round in the mud?"

"Of course not. I will turn soggy then squish then CRUMBLE. So no."

She pondered as her chin rested on those four-finger palms.

"Well I beat Your yesterday anyways...... you are so volumeless, is that what you think of yourself?"

"Heh? Where that come from?"

"Beenli. You are hollow."

"Jeez—maybe."

...hollow, she's right, there's no volume, I felt no lungs engulfing and blowing air, No heart beating in the chest, no nerves to pop up on the leg, it was paper. Something volumeless.

"So what you tryin' to say frog girl?"

"I will tell you, but first how ya see the sky?"

as I looked upon the sky, all there was seem to be were leaves and branches covering most of it, there were many rays filtering through them, but it still wasn't the holy sky, only rat bit cloth worth of skin exposure it was.

"Well—its definitely not in definitive edition for me!"

Her mouth chuckled with a croak, the sound of it didn't make sense, nothing here did.

"Its perfect! You can learn to visualize sky in different colors easily then—WITHOUT gettin' overloaded".

"Aye brunette..they did not make sense in ANY manner".

"Just think of a unique color you can imagine rn! Manifest it in the sky!"

Her words felt like crap childplay being shoved down ears, but it was a dream maybe something meaningfull here.

"Uhh..that sounds like shi—"

Try it NOW.

Okay.

                          ***

Hundreds of times of closing eyes shut, then open them with lightening pace, yet the color didn't appear in the sky.

"Beenli. What color is it?"

"...brown"

"I don't know—other colors aren't sparkin' so unique for me"

"You like brown, huh baldy? Where you gettin' the influence from?"

...I was unable to distinguish, If frog Neet was interrogating me or if she was curious.

"Uhm—you know from the mud and—"

"YOU want brown, but I didn't tell you one thing, that is you have to imagine your favourite thing, of the color you choosin'"

"Huh—what do you mean—"

"I am in YOUR mind Beenli. You have to make a choice to your confused self. THE MUD OR THE HAIR? Which brown is influencing you?"

"..."

There felt no time to breath, no time. All this mud and stuff they felt frozen.

"THE HAIR OR THE MUD?"

"...the..."

"...aye baldy... it's the hair ain't it? You would never be, able to answer, but its the hair, I know it because those are, my hair tangling and knotting, in your mind."

There was nothing to say to her. She was a frog but she plucked my thought, like a fish from the sea.

"Beenli, I know everything. I am her. But still I am not her. She isn't aware, I am, a month or somethin' with catch and wrestlin' its all it takes to lift you..."

"You are scary Neeta, you are the scary one."

"Neeta isn't scary. Your mind is."

Now all there was left, was to stand forever at the edge of this mud pond. What will happen?

"Gimme your hand beenli!"

"What?"

"Too late!"

She grips my hand in a swing, it were only two fingers she used but for this paper much of myself, it was enough.

YANKKK

With the sudden pull I fell right beside her, as Soon as I landed, my paper-self began soaking me to the mud and moist.

As the mud slowly swalllowed me, all I heard was a croak and some words that followed it.

"We will meet again baldy!!! Just not very soon!!"

                          ***

I woke up, I didn't sit upright, my body remained laid as the bed was a soft mud, full of volume again, the bed wasn't soggin' and squishing me.

(—**—finally.. I can think again...)

"...it's 5:55, two damn hours earlier than I normally wake up, could've been four if it wasn't for the boring school."

Maybe it was all a dreamcore, an "uncanny liminal space with familarity" as the social media said, it was warm, but it wasn't familiar, they say it is like a fever, it wasn't a fever, fascinating craft of sleep worlds, but maybe I am won't be able to pay a visit, atleast not anytime soon!