She always thought a cottage by the sea would be the dream. Relaxing, quiet, and quaint. Now, as she cowered behind the old rocking chair, she prayed only for safety. There was no where to run. No room to escape. The growling intruders had already been rummaging through her things, softly calling her name, mocking her. She trembled her eyes wide as she heard the bedroom door open.
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The prairie grass grows tall over my head, orange-purple grass waving, the cottage is almost hidden, sod roof blending into the meadow.
She always thought a cottage by the sea would be the dream. Relaxing, quiet, and quaint. Now, as she cowered behind the old rocking chair, she prayed only for safety. There was no where to run. No room to escape. The growling intruders had already been rummaging through her things, softly calling her name, mocking her. She trembled her eyes wide as she heard the bedroom door open.