I don't know how it happened, but when I woke up, I found myself in the middle of a clearing deep in the woods. How I got there remained a mystery to me. The last thing I remembered was fallen asleep, did I sleep walk?
It was dark out. The wind whistled soulfully, and the trees danced to the tune. It was eery, but I wasn't scared. I was just confused as to how I got there.
The trees looked like they knew how, but they wouldn't talk to me, or was it the other way around? Were they talking to me and I just didn't know it? I couldn't understand their whispered words, sometimes I wished that I could. I took slow steps towards the direction the full moon led.
Was it perhaps a dream? No, it couldn't be a dream. It felt too real to be a dream.
