It's an idle thought that passes through his head, a twinge of envy and then snuffed out. He's good at forgetting, and does his best to look forward at all times instead of behind him, but it's hard to forget dreams that come night after night.
It's hard to close his eyes without hesitating for a moment first, lids sliding shut and in the darkness he can still see that giant gnarled tree, the carcasses in its hollow, the eyes that caught his and had rooted him to the spot just long enough. ]
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It's an idle thought that passes through his head, a twinge of envy and then snuffed out. He's good at forgetting, and does his best to look forward at all times instead of behind him, but it's hard to forget dreams that come night after night.
It's hard to close his eyes without hesitating for a moment first, lids sliding shut and in the darkness he can still see that giant gnarled tree, the carcasses in its hollow, the eyes that caught his and had rooted him to the spot just long enough. ]