Top of the World. Top Story - January 2021.
I didn’t mean to die.
Not really.
Not entirely.
I only meant to live.
The woods sang their daily song as I trailed a lazy hand over rich, leafy greens. Rough, hallowed logs. Damp, fertile soil. The sun streamed lazily through the canopy above, creating curtains of hazy light along my trodden path.
