Everything is colorful. A forest so aesthetic, so accessible, everything seems to be illusory. Astonishment fills my rheumy eyes as my feet guide themselves. A forest filled with varieties of trees, flowers and animals large as a white-tailed deer and tiny as a pink primrose. I feel like an immigrant among these trees. I start to roam. My soft bare feet crush the precious cottonwood leaves on the dusty brown dirt. My toes pricked by the amount of thorns and sticks. My fingertips touch the trees, feeling the damaged tree bark.  The tufted titmouse birds singing pleasing melodies in the air. Their performance makes me want to sing along. I throw myself on an admirable log and glimpse at the fluffy cumulus clouds in the prepossessing paradise sky. As I turn right, my 18-karat, gold necklace slips off my neck leaving a warm, blood colored scratch. The necklace has a mind of its own, the shiny gold decides to rest on the bed of sticks. Reaching to grab it is no solution, because the Eastern Gray squirrel already imprisoned it. I didn’t bother to chase it because it was worth nothing to me. My small sliver, broken mirror escapes my white Sonoma Goods for Life crossbody purse and forces me to look at myself. I see a teenage girl with dark circles under her repugnant eyes, a face covered with dirt and acne yet no sign of worry just a plain sight of happiness in her minuscule, watery eyes. ''I need to look good'' my conciseness explains, but I ignore her opinion, I already look and feel great. I reach for my Vera Bradley makeup bag in my purse I open the zipper, mascara, primer, concealers, eyeshadows, lipsticks holler at me to use them. Frustrated, I chuck the bag at the quick sand. The overjoyed, cantankerous monster sucks up the valueless objects, that bag means nothing to me anymore. Satisfied I turn myself around and walk towards the river behind me, the only source of water. The river wants my surveillance. I sit down beside it and pet the water to calm it down. I cup my hands under the water and scoop the cold water up. The liquid takes control and washes all the miserable and delightful memories off from my greasy face. I mop my wet face with a small sugar maple leaf and dip my dirty, blood covered feet in the impatient water. The glass and sticks join the river. I feel tickled by the excitement of the aqua. I laugh and wash myself while watching the pattern and movement of the water, the clear liquid is so affable. I wave my hands towards the river to let it know I'm leaving. I get back up and start to walk towards the water, it grabs my arm and pulls me back. ''I'm not leaving forever, I will come back'' I whisper to the water. Delighted with my answer the water lets me loose. I am no longer a hostage. The water is so capricious.  I start walking away and approach the log. I sit back down and take a deep breath. I look at the squirrels playing with the lustrous gold chain that used to be mine. I smile at them, but they ignore me. I feel something, something slimy, something green is putting efforts to crawl my leg, it was an Emerald Tree Boa snake. I wasn't worried, it wasn't poisonous nor was it hazardous. The snake was filled with a placid nature. The reptile is so benign and altruistic. I picked it up with my delicate hands and placed it on a bitternut hickory tree. I watched it slithering away from me. I look over at the squirrels again. They all left. Leaving me alone. I feel tired, this day was quite an adventure, but I don't want to abandon this forest that fast, I want to stay for a while. I find a bunch of crimson columbine flowers near the river. I pick those flowers with my hands. The color of the flowers smear and dye my skin a vibrant, yellow, I don't blame them it's not their fault. I grab the flowers and lay them on my log. The cold air starts to wrap me, I need a blanket. I collect a bunch of bur oak leaves and connect them together with some of my white nail polish in my handbag. It wasn't working so great but it's at least something rather than nothing. I lay on my ''bed'' and relax. My hurt feet go on vacation and my long nails decide to dance in the pile of orange, red and yellow leaves. I glance at the sky. The sun keeps staring at me. I feel like it admires me. The sun keeps me up and doesn't allow me to close my tired eyes for even a millisecond. The pollen from the flowers smears my arms and makes my skin sticky. I guess comfort isn't in my destiny. I walk towards the river and rinse my arms. I walk back to the log. My eyes decide to examine it, ''the attractive log now is covered with emotionless flowers and small bits of pollen,'' my eyes say informing me. I prepare to clean the log and clean the area around it. ''Much better'' I think inside my clustered mind of thoughts. It looks adequate. I place the dead flowers in the river and push them gently, the flowers give me a death stare as I signal the water to drift them away from me. The squirrels come back looking towards me again. I know they want to greet me. I approach them but the closer I walk towards them, they go back. I don't want to scare them because they are my only friends in this endless forest. I sit on the pile of maple sugar leaves and they still back up. I put a smile on my face, but they ignore it. I tried to look assiduous. My fingertips dig into the green grass I thought this will help calm the squirrels, but frighten is the emotion read on their cute, cubby faces. They looked quite befuddled and fastidious. My wrist watch starts to tick for attention. It's been a couple hours since I'm here, I decided to check my phone, there is no point of checking, but my conciseness controls my body and makes me check the texts that once meant everything to me. I check my texts and realize I have over one hundred unread messages. I predict that all the texts are going to read the same three words. 'Where are you?' But before I even checked, the sun decided to shout goodbye at me. The clouds covered the bright, yellow sun. Tiny water drops begin to slip off my skin, all the animals all ran back home. I didn’t mind the rain drops touching my skin. I ran across it and played with the droplets. Wet mud touching my skin is one of my pet peeves but, today I didn't mind it. The rain stopped to remind me I have messages to read. I open my iPhone and what I thought came true. I began to feel inert. The words felt like a hindrance to me.  My family, my best friends, teachers and my boss at work wanted to know my location. I didn't want to let them know that I am in a forest alone having fun with the sun, the river and the animals. Although it sounds so implausible, I love this life. So peaceful and there is no such thing called ''worry''. I don't have to worry about anyone yelling at me. I don't need to worry about the tractor dumping assignments and tasks on my head that I must complete in a time limit.  This life is compared nothing to my old, boring life. My stomach begs me to stop thinking and gives me a petition for food. I didn't realize that I was hungry all this time. I see a bunch of blackberries, raspberries, and blueberries on the green bush besides the river. I take my Sonoma purse and put the berries inside. These tart, colorful berries are now my breakfast, lunch, dinner and snack. The colors black, red and blue stain my shiny white purse, but I don't care anymore. All my arrangements are made. I am going to sleep on the beautiful log, eat the tart berries, and drink water from the crystal, clear river. Arrangements are made to live among the tall trees and the various creatures. I walk towards the river and sit beside it; the sky begins to clear up again and so does my negative emotions. I look towards the sun and it attacks me back by putting a glare in my brown eyes. I stare in the water and see my reflection and question myself, ''whatever I'm doing is it right?'' I start to think hard. ''There is nothing here, only animals and the river, but these two things mean everything to me I feel safe and at peace. ''If I have these two things nothing can harm me. Then my conciseness takes over. ''There is no Wi-fi here, no network, no internet, how are you going to entertain yourself? What are you going to do here?'' I felt so eccentric. I made up my mind. It's time to go back where I came from. I grab my purse and phone and walk towards the river for the last time. I pet the water for it to get my attention, and salute at the animals to let them know I'm leaving, the sun packs it's bags to travel with me. Warm water escapes my eyes, as I start to feel sad. I start walking away from the river, the log and the animals, I turn around look at everything one more time before I head out.  Warm tears burn my eyes as the squirrel family eats acorns and plays with the gold chain. The river is unrest less and the log seems to be lonely with no one there I can't allow this to stop me, I pack up my emotions and turn back to the trees and prepare to return to my old, dreadful life. Suddenly, a lightbulb begins to shine on my brain, I have a better idea now. Feeling gratified, I walk past the log and towards the quicksand. It's time to annihilate all the bad memories.