Liza jolted up, her necklace swinging and bouncing against her skin. Reaching her pale hands into her shirt, she drew it out to take the freezing touch of it away. She didn't know where she was, only remembering that she had been sitting on the couch before she had fallen asleep, reading a book. It was a wonderful book, filled with beautiful drawings of famous painting.
The girl swayed gently in the wind, her long black hair curling onto her arm and gently floating back and forth to it. She needed to figure out where she was and why she was there. Gently she stood up, the forest floor surprisingly soft and comfortable. Stretching to make sure she was not hurt physically, Liza wondered how she was emotionally.
"I'm fine physically, at least." She murmured to herself, running a hand down her white shirt. It was clean and beautiful, with blue swirls dancing around in some sort of secret pattern. Amazed by the detail, she thought of the waves she had once seen at an ocean. There was no dazzling sunset to be found, though.
Next lifting a leg to examine the black pants she wore, Liza first noted that she would not be able to trip on them. Although them were long, they barely covered her feet when the wind was calm. They had huge openings at the foot, which was probably the reason why they flapped in the wind. "Yoga pants?" Liza asked herself, thinking aloud again. But she also noted that they zipped and buttoned up with her jeans did.
The dark haired girl felt herself lose balance and fall. The soft forest floor turned hard as she hit it, only getting the response of her laying there and catching her breath. Liza stared upwards, dazed. Well, she thought to herself, at least I can see that it's morning and not evening. The sun was still actually quite low to the ground, but Liza had still missed the sunrise.
The girl loved mornings, more then anything. When she was back at home she use to wake up early, when it was still black outside. She would prepared a cup of coffee and slip outside, sitting down in a chair to wait for the sun. She would sip her warm coffee, letting it's warmth slip inside of her and excite her further.
Liza sighed and covered her face with her hand. She missed being at home and she had no clue where she was. But she was near a forest in her home, perhaps it wasn't far away? Jumping up, Liza immediately swung her head around to peer at a light sound of the crack of a twig. Seeing only a sheep though, she shrugged and headed for the nearest tree next to her in the small clearing. It was tall, but she needed something tall if she wanted to find her home.
Closing her eyes for a moment, Liza deeply breathed a few times before started to get a grip on the tree, hoping her childhood would come in handy. Surprising enough, Liza found it easy to scale the tree and went on until the sun was in her eyes. Finally she found that she needed to stop and see how far she had gotten, plus it wasn't as easy to climb the tree with the sun in her eyes.
Hugging the tree trunk with her back, Liza inched out onto what looked like a sturdy branch. She was rewarded with seeing that it barely moved as she put her weight on it, only sighing gently. The girl copied it's sound, letting her sigh float away in the wind as well. It was nice to sit somewhere so calming and pleasant and she wondered how many times she had actually been in a tree just to escape it all.
She scanned her eyes out over the land she was in, her purple eyes awe struck. Although she wasn't anywhere near her home, she was greeted by the sight of lakes and oceans and mountains and plains. It all looked so peaceful and so untouched. Did that mean that she was alone in this strange new land? Sighing softly again, she tested her balance on the branch. It didn't seem like she would fall this time, so she cupped her hands around her mouth and leaned farther away from the trunk.
"Hello?" She called out over the land, her soft voice echoing loudly. Hearing the squealing of a dying pig, Liza found herself pressed up against the tree truck, not allowing herself to look down. Her call may have received a serial killer, not the help she was looking for. She waited for a handful of moments, slowly calming down.
She just started to close her eyes trying to calm down further when a whoosh of air met her. Liza eyes ripped open, widening at the strange effect of sitting in a tree. She gulped quietly as she saw a man float down to see what he had found.