I went for a walk to clear my head. It was hot, the kind of heat that wraps itself around you, blanketing you in a soft, sleepy abyss. Before me I found two paths.
[[That which I knew]]
[[That which was new to me]] Here I found myself overwhelmed by the possibilities where my feet coud take me. Would I turn [[left?]] or [[carry on.]] There is something so comforting about familiarity, my feet walking me gently, my eyes heavy with heat. I ask myself why I would ever stop walking. Lazily I meander to the edge of a cliff. I peer over into the rocky ravine. Before I know it I am falling. I gasp as I approach the rocky bottom- the intake of breath is able to [[wake me.]]As I changed courses I found myself walking along a bubbling stream. I waded into its cold water and the shock was enough to [[wake me.]] I had the strangest feeling I was being followed. I turned behind me to see a figure, shrouded in darkness rushing tawards me. I gasped, slipping on the rocky path, my knees buckling and hitting hard earth. The impact enough to [[wake me.]]
I sat up in bed. Tossle haired and bleary eyed. My feet having kicked the covers all about the bed.
I slowly slip back to [[Sleep]]