Earlier this week I met someone special. He doesnt speak, seems to understand me though. I dont know where he comes from, but people seem to be drawn to him.
Actually- he saved my life. (Yes, once again I found my self waiting for death to pull me under.) I had been standing on a bridge near my cottage, when suddenly it collapsed under me. I ended up stuck under a large peice (rebroke my leg). It was not only frightening, because I was about to drown- but also becuase the small pond was infested with frogs, fish, and snakes. Very horible.
Anyway- Honey, thats what I call him at the time- since Im not sure what his real name is-- came out of nowhere and pulled me out. I dont know why, but he wont leave. I dont know what it is, but I'm quite used to his presense...
Darcy.
