I was drifting as i walk. maybe i was occupied by my reverie. AGAIN.

it seemed real, as usual. i was deluded yet again; i was mesmerized. it all looked sincere.

a hanging bridge now hung in between the cliffs.take a step? i was not sure. I was reluctant,as i know the danger that awaits me. still i took a step. it began swinging hard. I saw the meadow beyond the creepy-looking trees. It made me smile a bit.

i saw someone. he didn't even seem to notice  that i was there. he was there standing on the very end of  the bridge. No, he wouldn't cut it off, i thought. i was right

i looked at him, my face full of respite. his was blank. He took off toward the clearing--that was the cue. Part of my brain hesitated. Still i ran to follow him.

His strides turned into a sprint. i couldn't catch up anymore. I had to stop. and i had to stop soon.

did he see me, then?
did he knew that i was following him?
correction, did he knew that i followed him?
correction again, did he knew that i tried to follow him?

maybe he knew all along.
dammit.