Trip-pin

While passing by a river, I saw two small baby ducks. They were alone. No mother in sight. They didn’t look like they were moving with the current. Stuck. I took a step closer to the riverbed edge. Something didn’t seem right. I started looking around. The details of this scenery seemed off. The water was making noise, and looked like it was flowing, but at the same time it wasn’t? No trees, no flowers, only grass. Hills, upon hills, of luscious green grass. It was cut to perfection and smelled as though it had just been cut. No one was here. It was only me.

I wanted to be closer to the ducks. I began to take a step off the edge when I felt a dull pain in my arm.

“Jessica, whoa don’t do that. These shrooms are crazy though, right? You seeing what I’m seeing?”