I thought once my eyes were closed that nothing would happen, that everything would stop at that moment yet I felt a gentle breeze brushing my face and through my hair, combing with it's boneless fingers. Wasn't everything supposed to stop like mother once said? I...I hear an almost silent pat of paws against grass? My eyes finally opened, light entering my vision leaving me blind for just a moment before I took in my surroundings, all of my belongings (including my tent) was no longer there but only the waving and dancing of golden wheat.

The paws were heard once again from behind, sounding more like a slow walk than a dashing run.

This is how far I've got on my short story I have to do for my English class.

Tell me what you think guys!

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