The first thing he felt, was a sense of safety and peace.
He could hear the sound of he canopy above - softly shifting in the autumn breeze.
This sound slowly brings him into awareness, as his looong..p o i n t y.. black ..ears.. t w i t c h.
"I am a l i v e. . ? "
He mumbled to himself.
"Well, . . i am b r e a t h i n g . . ."
He thought, keeping his eyes shut tight.
He continued to listen, while allowing his thoughts to drift.
He slowly let his body shift position as the heat of the sun collected on his back.
The warmth felt absolutely luxurious on his fur, as it gave his old spine new life.
Taking in a long deep breath, everything continued to slowly come into focus. The scent
of the dried leaves and the ripe berries left him with . . . a very particular feeling.
Waves of nostalgia take over, as he hears a crow in the distance.
A small fly lands on his eyelash, causing them to flutter.
The light shines into his sightless pink eyes, and the blurry red flashes startle him.
(P had been without eye sight since he was a fawn, though hardly any deer was aware of this.
He had always been able to hide it. He could see very well with his minds eye.)
Somewhere close by, the whistling of a golden butterfly mask echoes across the forest.
It was in that moment that he realized where he was.
THE ENDLESS FOREST!
He opens his eyes, and breathes slowly.
He stands up and shakes little bits of grass from his fur.
. .
