Alice was sitting in the damp grass, her mind slowly fading into oblivion. In her left hand , her delicate fingers clutched a half eaten mushroom. Through her half- shut eyes she could see the lights in the house go off and she vaguely wondered if anyone had noticed her absence yet.
She sat a few more minutes feeling the bottom of her jeans getting damper by the second. After making up her mind to stand up, she struggled to her feet stumbling a little with unfocused eyes. When she was sure she could walk she turned to the darkened house.
At the edge of her vision she caught a flash of white, she shrugged her shoulders and took a couple more steps in the general direction of the house. Alice shook her head trying to clear her thoughts and get one uninterrupted thread of a thought. Realizing she wouldn't be able to ,she let hercuriosity get the better of her and she shuffled over to the neighbors trees stuffing the other half of the shroom into her jacket pocket. She could hear the neighbor and her husband murmuring about the stabbing that had gone in the library earlier in the morning. They stopped when they noticed the trespasser.