She was vaguely aware somewhere in the back of her mind that any other person in her state should have been panicking by now. They would have tried frantically to open their eyes and sit up. Yet, the blank space that wrapped around her only made the girl want to go back to sleep. Instead of concern and worry, she felt displeased that she was awake, as if someone had forcibly pulled her out of a pleasant slumber in the middle of the night. To have her thoughts and awareness rush back into her at that moment felt wrong. She even imagined to hear a familiar heavy voice complain that it wasn’t time yet.
But nevertheless, she undeniably felt the ticking of life around her. Replacing the silence of death was the sound of wind caressing the leaves and birds cooing to their mates. She felt she was now laid upon something hard with an uneven and rough surface which she automatically identified as the bark of a tree and a messy tangle of its roots. However, even as she laid there, no kind of desire to wake up came to her. Her body felt light and her senses seemed to cast a big net all around the forest in such a way that she was now aware of every little movement and sound within a fairly large area of the forest. The lofty prowl of monsters in a hunt, the cautious yet naïve watch of the prey, the ravenous birds circling atop of them. She saw and felt all of it as if she was right there with them yet physically, she had not moved an inch from when she initially regained the power over her thoughts. Instinctually, and perhaps habitually, she only wanted to fall back asleep not even once guessing that the flow of time had evaded her for almost an year.