Beneath the green and brown leaves of the trees,I huddle. Not moving. Not making a sound. The world spins around me as a blanket of green envelops my body. My smudged t-shirt blends in making me melt into the surroundings. Still and patient,covered in an assortment of hues I feel invisible,I am a Chameleon.

Blurred shapes rush past me. Fragments of speech. Flapping shirts. Tinkling jewellery. A bird sits next to me, keeps me company for a while until it decides I’m to boring to watch and flies away.

I am safe.

For now.


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