The Oak Tree
There was no mistaking the black notebook on her bedside table. Small and delicate it sat, almost as if it were screaming "pick me up, take a peek inside of me.". She knew she had not placed such a notebook there the night before, nor did she own one like it. Yet, there it sat, ominous and daunting. Unable to peel her eyes off of it, she leaned over and snatched it up. Only after opening it, she wished she had fought her urges. Inside on the first page she saw a sentence written in red ink:
