📔 Journal Entry – “The Dream”
Location: Moonwhisper Cottage, First Night Back
Date: Morning mist still clinging to the windowpanes
Last night, I dreamt I was back in the woods.
Not just hiking, but… moving through them like I belonged there.
Everything shimmered. Not just with light, but with possibility.
I walked barefoot over moss that hummed under my steps. Ferns turned to watch me pass. Somewhere in the distance, a flute played—not quite music, but not wind either.
Not clearly. Just shapes. Laughter. Flickers of movement behind trees. One of them dropped something near my boots and disappeared.
When I looked down…
It was a single flower tucked into the laces.
Same flower I found in my real boots this morning.
It wasn’t there last night.
And it doesn’t grow in Henford.
Gran didn’t say anything when I came down for breakfast, but she noticed. I could tell.
Thistle won’t leave the windowsill.
Maple keeps following me around like she’s worried.
And Wisp? Wisp isn’t here. She vanished again. I think she’s still watching from somewhere else.
The fields are muddy, the chickens are loud, and Fluffs still spits at Ivy’s broom like it’s plotting against him. It’s a good rhythm. A grounding one.
But I’ll have to go back soon.
Two more plants to harvest.
And one very old forest that doesn’t feel finished with me.
I think something followed me home.
Or maybe… I brought something back.