Written text that says, "Last night I dreamt of a forest. It was dark, but not like night - shadowed by the towering trees choking out the sun. The ground was soft from the previous night's rain, soaking the dried leaves and needles. I was glad I wore boots because the spongy earth caked them with mud in the bare spots. I could hear rustling in the branches as a gust of wind caused me a chill. My jacket wasn't warm enough for the cool damp air in these woods. I wasn't sure where I was going or what I was looking for, so I took my time feeling the forest and noticing every tiny detail. There was thick, soft moss growing on the rough bark of a tall tree. A fallen trunk was home to tiny mushrooms and assorted insects. I narrowly missed walking through a spider web as I ducked between a narrow gap in the trees. The forest became close, as if the trees were gathering around me. The previously chilly air was now warming. My too light jacket was now too heavy. My boots, covered in mud over the..."
Written text that says, "...toes were weighing me down. Despite the feeling of being closed in, I chose not to panic. I took as deep a breath as I could manage and felt the green of the woods fill my lungs. I was swallowed by the earth and became a pile of moss."
In January, I signed up for a free online writing retreat. I finally decided to start it because I need inspiration to get my writing flowing again, so today I did the first exercise - GREEN. The prompt was "Last night I dreamt of a forest," and I had 10 minutes. Pardon the errors. #writingcommunity