She sat on a log of a fallen tree from long ago. The moon had risen high, full and glowing brightly enough to be visible in the midst of trees. The log on which she sat was enveloped in darkness. A few feet away, close enough to reach was the warmness of the light. The shadows of the forest spot she sat in encased her being. Endless dark, enough to make the bravest cower yet not scared enough to run towards the light. She sat motionless, listening to the sounds of the forest. The cage of trees with fresh pine suffocated her. She lay down unable to breathe, wandering in the farthest corner of her mind, if anyone would come to search for her.