[Poggio]

Robin feasted on the outer berries of the bush and wished for more. As he crawled around the plants he curiously found a door. Opening it, Robin fell into the crevice. Twisting, silently screaming Robin plummeted until he crashed on something hard. He lay gasping in pain, trying too find his glasses that had slid off his face. His eyes made out the fuzzy outline of his night stand along with cascading brown locks and large deep eyes. He could not assure the other with his voice. Nothing came out but coughs and gasp for air.