Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

If it disappears, there is only forward movement. Across bicycles. And start walking.

Breathing wind. Somewhere he stroked me raw. Even, pedal. A squirrel stands on a paved forward ground. I reposition myself in the corner trying to deflect you. Move like a shield blocking me with your crushed eyes pointed this way. Then, on the other hand, migrating.

Then squirrels came to me, waving their tails between them, too. I had no choice but to stop my bike and follow it and move.

"Hi. Hi."

Squirrel spoke. Looking up this way. I feel buried in this fairy tale world. It is in a space as if the mountain hut had stumbled through a tree.