‘What’s that smell?’ a thought came into mind as I struggled to open my eyes.
‘Sweet. It smells sweet.’ again the thought came. ‘Karin, are you there? Did we die and go to bakery heaven?’
‘Yeah I’m here Timber. How long were we sleeping for?’ I felt her stretch herself out and yawn loudly. ‘If we are dead… then they have some really good smelling treats!’ she spoke back moving around in small circles like she was trying to wake herself up more.
‘Why do I feel so tired?’ my body didn’t want to work. My arms and legs felt like a burdensome of heaviness pushing upon me as I tried to move them. I felt like a paperweight lying here.
‘Try to wiggle a finger,’ Karin suggested. But nothing would happen.
‘Try shifting’ I suggested back.. But nothing happened. ‘I can’t. Something is blocking m
