004 Washing away my dirt

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I fell into a puddle face down. As I felt the murky sloppy dirt sandy concoction sloop down my face. It was very unpleat and had a disgusting horrenduous smell to it. It makes me nauseous that I can feel my stomach churning in agreement with what I had in my mind. Poop. Yes I was thinking of the consistency that this mud resembles to is no other than feces.

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Ow! " I winced at the protruding object that stick out from the soft fresh cut grass that smelled like honey dew from the recent rainfall. I inspect it closely it was a chunky root snakely growing outward rather than growing 6 feet under it was like a sore thumb that made me lose my footing. I was far from a clumsy and incompetent person i was the opposite of that. I hit it again in frustration and irritable manner. And the pain of my foot doubled. I never learn and act rashly. I am very impulsive and rational." Ack! "

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Thoughts of the old me. I was the ugly duckling that no one wants around or to be with and my old friends abandoned me and spread fake rumors to maintain their status quo. I was in solitude though I didnt hated it it gave me resiliency strength to over come any hurdles that come my way like was the protagonist in my own story of my life. I will find people who will accept me for who I am and that what I believe to be true.

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Just great now Im a mess! I'm growing to loathe this place even more as time passes by me. Even though the breath - taking scenery was none like no other that can compare to he 'real world / modern civilation' back at home. Its has its pros and its cons. The perks of having a parallel universe is that you have no control of it. And it struck me even the author with a creative mind has its limitations on things that only a knowledge that only god has. I believe it so cause it makes perfect sense to me.

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" Ugh! " she exclaimed

She said her face in horror like all the blood was draining out from her face leaving her pale as a corpse because she had her face filled with glops of thick murkiness of mud in which disgusted her to the core. For someone who is very peculiar clean freak and that has OCD (Over Cleaning Disorder) she doesn't like being touched or touching stuff directly and makes a huge deal out of it like over sanitizing every thing and cleans everything in her vicinity to avoid so - called 'germs / bacteria' I want everything to be speck and span.My varicose veins showing the color of green due to washing my hands so often but I do not mind. As long as I am VERY CLEAN

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The lake nearby

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The novel says it has healing powers

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She went into it

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I wash myself

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My own reflection my face its....

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