08-08-2012, 07:10 PM
This cabin was a dream come true. For a woodworker, he looked as he saw the cabin was connected to the tree.... or did the tree simply grow through it? It was hard to tell, but he was impressed and he moved slowly up into it, having a little trouble getting up. She then led him through the rooms which was again a woodworkers dream. He had to stare as he was being led to the bedroom. The thought made him shut his eyes as he sat on a bed she waved to.
She was still her normal self in a sense of telling him what to do and when she handed him the paper and pencil he could only stare at it. He took it apprehensively and tapped the pencil on the paper for a second before writing... it was short, and he knew she would be hideously angry with him, but ... what choice did he have? He thought as he wrote down; "I Can't" it made him feel horrible but he wanted to protect her and anyone else that would possibly ever read what he wrote. His experience was not going to happen to her or anyone. He would not let it happen. He would not let them take her and anyone he cared about
She was still her normal self in a sense of telling him what to do and when she handed him the paper and pencil he could only stare at it. He took it apprehensively and tapped the pencil on the paper for a second before writing... it was short, and he knew she would be hideously angry with him, but ... what choice did he have? He thought as he wrote down; "I Can't" it made him feel horrible but he wanted to protect her and anyone else that would possibly ever read what he wrote. His experience was not going to happen to her or anyone. He would not let it happen. He would not let them take her and anyone he cared about