I wanted to play a little before I went to bed last night, but the forest was very strange. Off network, apparently. No other deer. Eerily quiet.
Trees I had never seen before. And candles. There were candles in the old oak, on the bridge, on the rocks at the playground.
I searched, listened, and called out for the others, to no avail. There was no one. I was alone. Saddened, confused, and a little scared, I wandered to the pond for a drink. Staring at my reflection, my stomach sank. My mask. Where was my mask?
And my beautiful grey coat?
Missing.
Panic swelled, flooded my body and mind.
What's happening?
I bellowed loudly, tapping my hooves nervously. This isn't right. I ran frantically, finding nothing of comfort.
Exhausted, I cowered under a large willow tree. It wasn't too long before I fell asleep.
I awoke this morning to find the forest as it should be. Was it all a bad dream?