Forest

I was lost in the Forest of Hope. Sure it sounds a lot nicer than the Forest of Despair, but you can still die in there. Hope can be debilitating too. You could also be eaten by a bear. Of Happiness.

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Part Two
Forest Whitaker was tired. Filming is an exhausting process, but this film in particular was really taking it out of him. He took his time loading his bag onto the elevator, and could barely muster the energy to hit the number for his floor. The doors opened on the next floor and Forest instantly jolted wide awake. There, looking quite put out, was his archnemesis, the man who's very name was antithetical to his own, and meant the destruction of everything that is Forest.
"Who's been holding up the damn elevator?"
It was DeForest Kelley
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This post is an installment in a continuing series of content coordinated by theme or motif with posts John Allred of clol Town, Jon Fairbanks of Funkadelic Freestylings of Another Sort, Eli Z. McCormick and Miriam Allred of Modern Revelation!, John D. Moore of Whatnot Studios, Joseph Schlegel of Sour Mayonnaise, Sven Patrick Svensson of Sadness? Euphoria?, William C. Stewart of Chide, Chode, Chidden, and WiL Whitlark of The Real McJesus. This week's theme: 'Forest'.