Coming to the end of what seemed to be my life- long venture, my bare grazed and slit hands pulled my entirety to the top of my mountain. The sun was beaming down on my sweltering face and it’s rays hit down onto my covered back. Sizzled. 

When everything felt good and normal and I finally felt accomplished, a small amount of mist eroded around, sticking mainly to the ground. I had felt like I belonged somewhere and that I was a regular person when it engulfed my feet and then rose ahead. My now forensic body was enclasped in its jaws of death. I saw my life flash by in an instant and all I could do was watch and cry. I prepared for my fate. Whatever that may be. 

The most was among me now and even seemed to be in me. It was as if it took over my body. I began to feel logout- header and my stomach wrenched. I fell to my knees with the unbearable pain as then it happened! 

My eyes blurred out of vision completely until all I saw was a piercing white and I felt like I was being lifted by large fleshy hands. Then everything just stopped. Everything was silent and grey. Eerily silent. 

All sound that was before was gone! The most eventually cleared and my vision and I were reunited! Now though, my scenery had changed somehow. Here was a storm- a castle- he thunder- boom!- lightening- the balls- the door- like a door!- doors are on homes- houses- home!- big and wooden- how though? I thought I was going crazy! The cold was piercing, placing me into a state of shock. 

Standing there in agony I took a single step forward after seeing the door open. A gleaming yellow light appeared and I saw a figure step outside into the cold winters night. It was just standing there watching me suffer. I begged and begged for help but it just stood there watching me. Though this person’s face was covered by a huge cloak hiding their identity I imagined the blank look on their face, or the evil grin of plotting against me. 

Then the somewhat familiar mist arose once more... 

...All I knew after that was that I was clinging on for dear life at a window sill I had previously glanced up at and seen. It was a huge oval window with intricate detail carved into the luscious wooden surface. For an old and rotting house it was beautiful and even seemed unreal. I peered down and saw the mountain I was previously stood on before. Oh how I wished I was wrapped up in my soft blanket I’m my warm bed rather in this mess I had gotten myself into. My hands dripping with sweat, hauled me in through the window into a room. 

I was shivering like an idiot in a bedroom. I was so cold and needed somewhere to sleep. No! I didn’t even know where I was or whose bedroom I was in. I was far too respectable than that. Though the bed did look comfortable... 

I awoke realising I had slept like a baby. A sense of guilt arose in me as I realised pleasure had gotten the better of me. I wondered over to the window, still open, and saw the trees whistling in the wind, still dark. I peered up into the pitch black sky and thought it about to be 04:30 am which meant I had barely slept four and a half hours. I had a serious case of bed head and used a hairbrush I found on a cute little bedside table and cleaned myself up as much as possible. I got myself to a state that was presentable and made the bed I had spent so long tossing and turning in.