As a tree I'd never once had a thought. Not like this, not real in the way I now knew thoughts were real. It was mostly simple things, like growing my leaves in a certain way, or liking sunlight. Real simple not complicated stuff.

That changed last night. 

It was sudden, like an apple falling from a branch. One moment I was a tree, a simple ordinary tree, and in the next I wasn't. I could think, think! I could also see, not very far but I could see nonetheless. And it was really, really weird. It also made me aware that I was a tree.

Which seems strange to have not known now, but how could I have? I was a tree, and I previously stated, trees don't really think. I mean I was obviously aware of what I was, but not in the sense of actually 'knowing.'

It was all very complex. 

I don't like complex, it makes my head hurt. So I decided to go back to simple things. Like focusing on that one apple growing from my highest branch. It was, like most of my apples apparently, red. A deep beautiful red. If I had something to compare it with I would. But I couldn't think of anything else that was red.

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Maybe the sun? No. The sun wasn't red, it was... Well it was sun colored. Whatever color that was. I guess, for now, I'd call it sun color. It seemed like a good name. Which made me wonder what was a name. The word, like word, was among many things that I just knew. As if I had always known without really knowing.

It was slightly confusing. But I could handle it, I was a big tree. Right? Actually, I'm not really sure how old I was, or how big. How big or old would I have to be to count as a big tree? How big were other trees, actually?

These were questions. I don't know how I knew that but I did. It was just like how I knew how to use the name word without really knowing what it was. Which I supposed was a side effect of my sudden sentience. Whatever that meant.

Another side effect was some weird that seemed to float inside me... Somewhere. It was blue, made a weird humming sound, and felt important. In all my wisdom, which wasn't much, I made the calculated decision to poke it.

Doing so made me feel weird. Like I was poking something that wasn't supposed to be touched. As if the very act of doing so was taboo. So I obviously didn't do it again.

For now.