The morning, exhaustion crept through the walls. It felt like it was pulling at me from the floor. I can't bring myself to keep going. I can't keep wishing. I can't keep going like this. I need to get out. I need to go back to the woods. I just know he'll be there. So, I left and I walked out to the woods to go and walk the trail.
The branches have fallen onto the trail from the last storm. So, I hobbled over all the loose sticks that littered and cluttered the ground. My cargo oversized pants soaking and covered from the snow that enveloped the sky and ground. My white band t-shirt is coated with snow. My jacket half down my arms because I never fully put it on. I was too lazy to. I know I'm going to find something in the way of this trail. I just know it. So, I continued to trudge further. Watching trees fly through my vision. Frigid, frozen water slowly leaking into my boots. My toes are frozen and cold. Likely turning blue. My tongue is numb. My face is numb. When did I become so numb?
So, I kept walking, walking, walking, walking, and walking. Am I even breathing? Where did all the feelings go? Why is everything so dark again? WHy is everything getting darker? Why are the trees so bare? Why is the ground so cold? Why can;t I move my fingers? Or my toes?
And so I kept walking until something started coming into vision. Not a tree or a person. I'm not sure what it is, but I kept going closer.