MidReal Story

Whispers in the Mist

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Emily stared into the warmth of the fire, the only light in the dark cabin.
The flames crackled in the fireplace as a fierce storm raged outside.
Rain lashed against the windows and the wind howled through the trees.
She was so glad she’d come here, found this place.
It was a perfect refuge from the world.
A little cabin miles from any other human habitation, nestled deep in the forest.
It was just what she needed to get away from everything, from everyone.
Her thoughts went to her life, her job in the city, her friends and family, all of whom she had left behind, hoping to find some peace and quiet in this remote corner of the world.
Alone with nature.
The storm was putting on quite a show, but it didn’t bother her.
She was safe and warm inside, and she hadn’t seen another soul since she’d gotten here that afternoon.
She listened to the rain hissing against the roof and the occasional creaking of the old cabin as it settled, and she felt an odd sense of comfort.
There was something soothing about the sound of a storm, something that made her feel more alive somehow.
It also made her think about the people who lived in this part of the world, people who were used to this kind of weather.
It was hard to imagine living out here in this remote wilderness, so far from civilization and people.
But it must be nice sometimes, too.
Nice to be alone with nature, to have only a storm for company.
She sighed and shifted on the couch, trying to get more comfortable.
She’d brought a book with her—something light and fluffy to take her mind off things—but she couldn’t concentrate on it with the storm making such a racket outside.
It was too loud, too insistent, as if it wanted her attention.
She watched a log shift in the fire and listened to the flames crackling around it, watched the sparks shoot upward into the chimney, where they vanished into the night sky.
The flames were so bright they made her eyes water, and she blinked several times before looking away.
They were hypnotic almost, and she could feel herself getting drowsy as she watched them dance.
There was something about being near a fire that made her sleepy, she’d always found.
She could fall asleep by a fire even when she wasn’t particularly tired, as if there was some kind of magic in those flames that lulled her into slumber against her will.
She yawned and blinked again but shook off her drowsiness and forced herself to sit up straighter on the couch.
She didn’t want to fall asleep quite yet—it was still early—and she had things to do first.