June had settled and the late sunset covered the many follicles in kingsley head.
it had been a week and to no avail had he been occupied.
the butter still lay rest within his fridge like a panther that lays on the tree.
WAKANDA FOEVER! kingsley thought.
jesus. couldn't he have made a better introduction in the movie?
suddenly he disappeared within the confines of his home.
a lush forest blanketing the horizon could be seen.
a scenery of a thousand mountains you could say, had arisen within his vision.
is this,
is this heaven?
a sad look had ridden his face with moments of confusion.
looking around he decided to go the way it looked easiest for people to wander about.
and as soon as that happened. a key had appeared within his vision. like as if it had appeared within his mind, and then he heard a voice.
yelling from above he heard a scream.
AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!
falling down was that same lady who'd questioned him about that exact key that appeared in his vision.
he tried his best to catch her and well within his rights not touch anything valuable to her.
poof.
"oow" she said.
wtf this shit.
he looked at her.
then looked around to notice any minimal casualties that could've taken place while he was not noticing what was around him.
"are you okay?" he asked
she feels fine to me.
as her body lay unconscious from the momentarily frightening fall.
in a realistic sense...he should pour some water on her face to wake her up right?
welp.
*poke*
his finger poking her cheek
"helloooooo??? "
"anybody home????"
no response.
suddenly, her eyes jolted wide open.
a quick wind fell through her momentary silence.