Somnia

Cold air blew gently across my face, slow and soft as if breathing onto my skin. In Front of me is a black stone road, it twists and twines though shadowy birch like trees, which surround me in every direction. There is no hint of life, no leaves are in the branches of the trees, their thin arms protruding towards the sky, trying to reach out to brush against it. The sky is a deep dark blue that of the sea. It holds no stars nor clouds, but feels as if when you watch it is moving, like watching the top of the water from within the sea.

The air I breath is wet, alike to breathing in mist coming off of a waterfall. A thin layer of dew has formed onto my naked arms and legs. Drips gently roll down my face and onto the ground. The wind brings far off sounds. A distant boom, dulled by distance. Soft twangs and buzzing’s that I strained to hear. All combined with the gentle whispers of the wind.

I take a step forward, expecting to hear the crunch of gravel under my feet, but instead a loud boom echos as my food collides with the ground. The echo still ringing, reflecting off the trees but growing quiet as a minute passes. I take lighter steps now, the echos become quieter and duller. I follow the road, reaching out for low branches but find they are always just out of reach.

I listen to the lulled sounds and watching the every moving sky, still following the never ending road. It is as if nothing around me is moving.

But I still walk onward.

Possibly forever.