79 - Dug a hole for my feet.
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I was feeling so sick the other day that I must
have had fevers. At one point, I get up and kind
of stumble outside for no reason, and head towards
this woodlot by the fence at the back of the
property. And I don't even know what I'm doing. I
go under a tree and start digging a hole with
nothing but my hands, clawing and scratching. I
keep going and going, and I get a couple of feet
down. I take off my socks and shoes, and I sit on
the edge of that hole and put my feet in it. I
close my eyes, and you know what, somehow I feel a
lot better. Relaxed, and I don't
know... connected? And so I lean back on the trunk
and sort of enjoy that for a while. I don't know
how long.
But then, I look down at my dirty feet, and I must
be hallucinating or something. Because it looks
like my feet have grown all these tiny red roots,
and I see them winding and wiggling into the dirt.
I'm frozen in panic, and that's when I noticed
her.
There's some woman sitting under the next tree
over from me, and I never even noticed her. She's
got her feet in a hole just like me, and starting
at them with eyes and mouth open wide. And then we
meet eyes for a moment, silently sharing our
horror. And it made me wonder what was going on.
That's when I must have blacked out, because next
thing I know it was night, and it's pitch black
and I'm cold and alone. I get up, and I feel my
headache coming back as I stumble back home. And
I'm sure not getting any better.
