You come back to consciousness in a pile of dirt. You spit out dirt from your mouth and role over onto your back. Your eyes adjust to the light and you look straight up and see a huge white wall towering above you. Man what the hell happened? You think to yourself. You slowly get back up and take a few staggering steps away from the wall and look up again. You have more sense of where you are. You take notices of the tall green almost treelike plants around you and the dirt between your toes. You walk back even further and taking another look at the giant wall you look from side to side and see other similar walls, more like towers with connecting tracks…a fence. It has to be the white picket fence separating your yard from your neighbors. Okay good, I’m outside you think. I just have to turn around and head back towards the house. You turn around and realize that you can’t see the house through the forest of what must be grass around you. Okay I just have to head in a straight line form the fence and eventually I will run into the house or something I can find my way from there. You start walking away from the giant fence.
Good thing you didn’t end up in Mrs. Coodly’s yard, that lady was strange. She kind of reminded you of that Bree character from “Desperate House Wives”, a show your mom loved to watch but personally had no care for. Except this lady was even more flirty and spontaneous or anal-retentive about being the perfect neighbor and house wife and etc… She would always visit your house with some home baked things like cake or cookies which wouldn’t be a bad thing except she kept doing it over and over and she was always smiling like a crazy person, eew. She also always seemed to be working in her yard or cleaning something. "Thank god I’m not on her side of the fence", you think to yourself.
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