Just an Ordinary Day in the Life of an Ordinary Girl
You remember the wooden sign you read a moment ago and decide to be sensible. The light underneath the surface seems to have vanished now anyway. It was probably a fish or maybe even one of those things the sign was warning you for.
You turn around and walk back to where you came from. Before stepping off the grass onto the gravel-path you remember to put on your shoes again. You'd make a fool of yourself standing there in front of the door without shoes. As you come closer to the fork in the road a heavy scent of flowers wraps itself around you. You don't know which kind - you're not very into flowers - although it may possibly be the blue ones growing to the brick wall that must be the back wall of the house.
On the cross-roads you have the choice to either go right or straight ahead along the path leading back to the front of the house.
You turn around and walk back to where you came from. Before stepping off the grass onto the gravel-path you remember to put on your shoes again. You'd make a fool of yourself standing there in front of the door without shoes. As you come closer to the fork in the road a heavy scent of flowers wraps itself around you. You don't know which kind - you're not very into flowers - although it may possibly be the blue ones growing to the brick wall that must be the back wall of the house.
On the cross-roads you have the choice to either go right or straight ahead along the path leading back to the front of the house.