You pick a few blue berries and taste them. They are sweet with a little sour aftertaste. The bumblebees ignore you, or - if anything - back away from you, as you get some more berries. You end up eating at about twenty of them, and probably would not have stopped there, but for some reason you are now feeling a bit dizzy. So you make a short pause. You breathe in deeply and calmly but the dizzyness just does not go away. It only gets worse and you turn towards the nearest tree to hold onto it. That tree is only a few steps away, but it just does not stay still, swaying from one side to the other and back all the time. Your attempt to catch it anyway ends with a root in your face and you blacking out.

Things fade back into view, but your surroundings have changed. Actually more than that, you have changed. You remember a whole different life, and you remember that your name is Tom. What you do not remember is this swamp you are in. This is the first time you are here. But you are not simply lost, no you have been following someone. Actually you have been following her for a while now, always hiding behind bushes or trees or whatever cover this swamp has to offer. As a former boyscout, you are quite skilled at this. She does not even turn back to look in your direction once. Obviously this beauty does not in the least notice your presence even though you are always very close. You have to be, after all you want to get a good look at this girl in her yellow bikini, walking around in this swamp. To you the bikini does not seem like a very unusual attire for a place like this. After all, you yourself are wearing only your blue bathing trunks. You consider the girl to be a very cute and sexy one. She is a little short, somewhat skinny, beautiful short blonde hair and has a really cute little nose. You love the nose. But mostly you love her attitude, when you watch her step into each and every mud puddle on her path. She is definitely searching for something in this swamp, and you have a certain feeling you know what it is. It is something very deep and soft. You imagine the next mud puddle to be a really deep one. Her legs would slide right in and she would quickly sink to her sweet thighs and on to those cute, firm buttocks and then you wake up from your little daydream and see her running off. Nimbly you follow her without the slightest sound, always taking cover along the path. She is quick so it takes some time to close the distance. Then she slows down and eventually even stops. Now you are finally close enough again, to observe every detail of her actions. You watch her stand there and wonder whether she has noticed you. Maybe you have been breathing too heavily when you have been chasing her. The swamp is rather quiet after all. She is still just standing there. Maybe she will turn around and expose you any second. You hide deeper in your cover behind a nearby shrub.

Then you see her prod the ground in front of her with her foot. It bounces in response. This is what you have been hoping for. You can feel your own pulse - blood pressure increasing from excitement. You almost consider walking right up behind the girl and pushing her in. But then you know this will not be necessary. She takes the step herself. And another. But she does not sink. The moss-covered ground is shaking and quivering all around her. Slowly, step by step, she makes her way farther from solid ground onto this huge green carpet of moss. One time she almost loses her balance and comes close to falling. That might have made her sink. She seems to be extremely careful with every step though. There are areas of blank peat out there, which she avoids. But surely she has come to sink. Maybe she is just trying to get into the really deep part. If she starts sinking too close to the edge, she may not be able to sink as deep as she wants. You observe every movement, slowly getting more and more aroused in anticipation. She is playing with the swamp, teasing it, teasing you. You wipe some beads of sweat from your forehead. She has moved so far from the edge, you would have no chance to reach her from solid ground. Not even the sturdy rope you have brought would do. Now she is starting to make the ground jiggle on purpose, shifting her weight from side to side. This has to make the surface break. She continues, you wait and watch surpressing your desire to run out there and join her. But the ground, though it is heaving heavily, does not take her. And then your heart almost stands still when she attempts a little jump. The surface holds. Another jump, a little higher this time. She loses her balance and falls, but the ground still does not give way. By now there is absolutely no doubt, that she wants this, too. She is actually trying hard to break through and let the bog have her - to let it suck at those slender legs, drag her down to her crotch, and deeper, much deeper to those perky breasts and maybe even deeper after that.

Your heart falls as you see her give up these attempts. Instead she has resumed walking on. She is heading even farther into the bog, and then suddenly her right foot slides down. You surpress a gasp, turning it into a muffled sound with your hand on your mouth. Her leg has gone down just past her knee. She looks genuinely surprised. After all the jumping about she has probably not expected to break through the top layer accidently, but apparently the surface does not offer the same level of resistance in every spot. She gives the sunken leg a tug, but this is quite obviously no serious attempt to break free. Then the girl moves the other leg a little closer and shifts her weight onto it. Just as you have hoped, it breaks the surface and slides down to join its companion. She looks around in her immediate vicinity, as if there could be anything within reach that would help her, and then goes on with some feeble struggling. It is plain to you that she is not really trying to get out, but you do not mind that at all. Much to the contrary you enjoy every moment of it and realize that times like these are what makes life worth living. You keep your eyes no her at all times now, barely daring to blink. She is not sinking deeper you notice. Her thighs have received some speckles of mud from her struggles, but she is still just past her knees in the bog. The intensity of her struggles increases, but she cannot really fool you. You know she is just attempting to go deeper. The moss-covered surface all around her bounces with every movement, and she bounces with it, going slightly up and down. Maybe you should go over there and try to push her deeper to grant her wish. You can play the villain and send her down to her doom while standing above her.

get to her and make her sink stay hidden and watch

(wake up)