QuickWords
Don’t Worry About It
Garfield started checking his body for other marks, not knowing what else could’ve appeared on his body. The scar seemed the same. Just as fresh as when Rachel fixed it so that was good. While she flipped through books he simply finished checking on his body. “I don’t see no more…”
When she talked about his proximity to her he backed up a step and shrugged his shoulders. “She had something on my face so I couldn’t see…” Garfield scratched his head. He wasn’t being very helpful at the moment so he thought harder about the entire nightmare.
“Uhh I think I was in a chair this time and not a bed…” He closed his eyes and the feelings of the rope around his hands and ankles returned. “I was tied up…and for some reason I couldn’t turn into nothing…” That part frustrated Garfield the most. He couldn’t even fight back.
When she talked about his proximity to her he backed up a step and shrugged his shoulders. “She had something on my face so I couldn’t see…” Garfield scratched his head. He wasn’t being very helpful at the moment so he thought harder about the entire nightmare.
“Uhh I think I was in a chair this time and not a bed…” He closed his eyes and the feelings of the rope around his hands and ankles returned. “I was tied up…and for some reason I couldn’t turn into nothing…” That part frustrated Garfield the most. He couldn’t even fight back.