Trunk Full of Rings - Anthro Female PhoenixI lay there eye closed as I mull over my thoughts. In all honesty, I think I might be getting addicted to the rings. Every night I'm up there now, trying on new rings one after another after another until the early hours of the morning. Luckily it hasn't had too much of an effect on work, however I feel I should do something before it reaches that stage. Unfortunately, like any addiction, the thought of cutting down seems absolutely dreadful, even though I know the benefits of doing so.
With my mind wandering, memories of my last ring surface. I had eventually come out of the daze to find the sun warming me no longer, a faint glow from beyond the horizon the only remaining sign of it. I had quickly decided to shift back to my dryad form and return to reality. After all, I'm not sure it that's sunrise or sunset, and I don't want to stick around long enough to find out. The forest floor was very dark, the little bit of sun from the horizon not reaching through the treetops, resulting in