Sitting in my room, I stare out the window at the picturesque scene. Between the beautiful Mount Mansfield, or the dense forests of Smuggler’s Notch State Park, this place is quite an eye full. Everywhere I look, I see trees and a mountain scene to die for. Maybe that is why she has come here so many times in the last 6 years.
I have researched this place over and over, but the last time she had been here before now was 4 years ago. So why now? I wonder as I sit here enjoying the serene mountain scape.
Thing is, I don’t have a clue why she would be here. It is a small town like the other ones, but it is booming and not quiet at all like the rest. I have noticed one thing about her, she doesn’t like big cities usually.
Not knowing why, I can only guess, but at this moment I am too busy relaxing and caring less honestly. When I hear a knock at the door, I freeze in place. Hoping that whoever it is will just go away, I don’t make a sound.