Oct 31, 2020
── 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 / a cold breeze ran its fingers across the witch’s rosy cheeks, flushed by her awakening. she felt she had been asleep, yet not soundly, for years on end, dreaming, screaming within the confinements of a mental purgatory. ‘this isn’t right.’ she spoke aloud, wide eyes staring at her hands, turning them over, running her fingers through her hair, leaning down to touch the ground, feeling the autumn leaves crush beneath her feet. ‘excuse me!’ bonnie called out to the figure up ahead, whose identity was stolen from her view by the street light. ‘hey, excuse me! this is going to sound nuts: but what year is it?’
