The Days Grown Old
A black blur, and you were hoisted from the sea of snow below. Breath catching, the blinding white had turned into darkness as you were hastily stuffed into something. It was the only thing you were assured was real.
After a while, you felt sick with what little weight you had swinging to and fro. You tried to think good of the situation only to distract yourself from everything else. Here, you were warmer. You did not feel all that lost while carried by this unknown thing. These thoughts were short-lived however as you kicked and wriggled around frantically, exhausting yourself when reality struck. Something was taking you far, far away from home! Even as a little pup, you understood well enough that this was a horrible situation.
You must have unknowingly fell asleep in that time, but when you awaken, you find yourself having been placed in a bundle of soft furs; one you could recognize as rabbit. Your eyes search around. You were no longer in the storm, but you could see it raging outside of this peculiar den.
After a while, you felt sick with what little weight you had swinging to and fro. You tried to think good of the situation only to distract yourself from everything else. Here, you were warmer. You did not feel all that lost while carried by this unknown thing. These thoughts were short-lived however as you kicked and wriggled around frantically, exhausting yourself when reality struck. Something was taking you far, far away from home! Even as a little pup, you understood well enough that this was a horrible situation.
You must have unknowingly fell asleep in that time, but when you awaken, you find yourself having been placed in a bundle of soft furs; one you could recognize as rabbit. Your eyes search around. You were no longer in the storm, but you could see it raging outside of this peculiar den.