IV

Now was one of those times she regretted being a member of the most visually dependent species the world had to offer. It seemed unfair that although humans relied mostly on sight, they had distressingly poor night vision. She explored her immediate surroundings with her left hand. Soil, little stones, bigger little stones, what felt like torn up plant roots, more soil, and one of her missing shoes. She emptied it, and pulled it on. As she shifted, her bare foot touched something soft and possibly furry. It moved.