My tree.
Then it would be him. I was looking at him like this wasn't really real. I thought it might be bigger, but it was good. I didn't even know his name. Everything was going way too fast, and, as a matter of fact, time seemed suspended. I felt like I was walking slow. My steps were not facilitated by the earth in which my heels sank. I thought I'd have time to figure it out, time to tell me it was time. I thought it would be concrete in my mind, probably possible. Yet I was there, almost naked, at a thousand places to think that someone might surprise us. I was there in front of him. I was looking at him, and the only thing that came to mind was that finding. It was him. Nothing more. Just that obvious.
My Master ordered me to remove my skirt. I obey like an automaton. I thought that I would have felt my nudity in the middle of this wood, that I would have feared the eyes, that I would have been afraid, that I would have wondered about the place, about his attendance. But no. I was there. Right there. Where he wanted me to be. Near that tree he had chosen for me.
I wonder who will ask me to continue this narrative?
