Colin woke up.
While he slept, the god covered him with its body. He sat up and found that the world had grown darker.
Oh. That's right.
He had to make it back to his vehicle. Hopefully, it wasn't covered with the god.
Colin stood up and brushed the god from his pants and his jacket, and he yanked his backpack out of its body, and he stepped and stepped and stepped back into the heart of the god, which had grown so large and so thick that he could barely see the naked trees or the prideless bushes or the body of a creature lying not three thousand centimeters to his left.
Its fur stood on the tips of its goosebumps, and its hairless limbs stuck up and out and down and served purposes they were never meant to serve, and its head slept in the god's body, dreaming a dream about the best life it could have if only it could dream a little longer.
Colin walked toward the creature.
Step.
Step.
Step.
Step.
He wasn't 0.00107 nautical miles from it now. Looking down at it, watching as the god sang it songs of sentiment and treasures. Colin wanted to hear those songs, too. He took a
step
step
and fell into the god's body beside the creature. The god protected him with its flesh and blood, and then it sang him a song of case and stock, and he listened to every note.608Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNpHxo8DEHv
