The wanders

[Jessica]

Imagine this senario:
You assertively walk into another room, you are focused, you have a purpose. People stop and stare because they can see you are not taking silver; small animals [scurry] with [fervour] away from your approaching footsteps; the clock ticks [one last time]....
You enter the room, you have reached your destination, the treasure is almost within your grasp; you can almost taste it, you want it oh so bad.
But then...
You have absolutely no idea what you were looking for or why you got off of your hot arse in the first place.
You retrace your steps; try ever so hard to remember what you were even doing, and just keep drawing [blanks].
You have just experienced The Wanders