You ask to sit down and rest
"Very well. We'll stop here." The man sits down on a stone
bench and sighs. You close your eyes. You seem to be regaining your
balance, ajusting to such a young body. You twirl your fingers through
your hair, singing an old song you can barely remember. Although
you've never been here before, or seen this man, it all start to seem
very farmiliar, like a long forgotten dream.
