Jane was sitting under a huge, exotic looking tree. The leaves were beautiful with unusual colors. The bark of the tree was rough, etched with a vividly surreal pattern. The leaves bent with the wind, shifting up and down, up and down. As peaceful as the tree was working, reflecting, abstracting, and absorbing light, Jane was hugging her legs, pulled to her chest. She was staring at the grass underneath her. The light refracting from the grass made a rainbow-like appearance. This world was strangely beautiful, but for the third day, now, she still was not used to being in this "mental state." 

She was also feeling lonely. The thought of seeing her Church friends, seemed like a good idea, again. She reseted her head on her knees, letting out an unenthusiastic sigh of hopelessness. Hope, never lose hope. This task was starting to become more difficult with the passing minutes.

[i]What was in that acid? Is this a new kind of drug. . ?[/i]

She lifted her head and shook it, before nestling her nose in between her propped knees. Her short brown hair felt a brush of the wind flare, and then die down. The wind seemed to do this quite often and the third 24-hour cycle of this kind of treatment was making Jane lose her mind. She was bored and lost, or still somewhere in her room--afraid to walk anywhere too far from the tree and accidentally meet her parents' downstairs. They would throw her into a mental health facility, again, when they saw her mind being eaten by the acid worm. Two stays at a mental health correctional facility was all she needed to learn her lesson. 

Or was it?

She was wearing a white shirt with green horizontal strips, pink pajama boxer-shorts, and white socks. She could feel the grass tickling through her socks, which was nothing close to the feeling of carpet. The air and the wind. Did she leave her fan on high before falling asleep? She could not remember several important details. What time did she even fall asleep? And. . had it been four days or was this nearly an elongated, stretched out four minutes?

Maybe it was okay to start roaming around. Maybe one step in this surreal world would not move her body in the real world. Jane stood up. The tree's presence shifted on her, and she took several steps, and turned around to look at the tree. It was standing so tall, so strongly. She almost missed sitting under him--or her, it, perhaps. 

Jane let out a small breath of annoyance before puckering-up her courage to start wandering. [i]If worse comes to worse, I will wake up in a hospital bed. Don't be scared.[/i]