Kyle opened his good eye for a moment and then closed it. The morning’s damp air left him feeling wet and cold. How long had he been asleep? How long had he been in the woods? It seemed like days or weeks maybe. But he knew that couldn’t be right. Was there really a baseball game? Kyle thought so, but as the cold wet of his clothes urged him to pee, he wasn’t sure. He reached across his chest and laid his arm there while he tried to decide what he wanted to do. Maybe he should go back to sleep. Asleep, he thought. There he was safe from the monster that was the forest holding him captive. Just five more minutes, he told himself. Another minute passed and his reservations faded. He felt the heat from the cut that swelled his arm. He was only vaguely aware of peeing as warm urine grew beneath him. He did feel relief, like the emptying of his bladder, the pain in his arm was almost gone.But now, lying on his back, something was wrong. Instead of pain, he felt something else. He felt what he thought were butterfly wings that fluttered air kisses inside his arm.
