She could see. Her vision had not been damaged by the shards flying her way. The scars were nowhere to be seen. She was safe. She stumbled from her place and used her hands to boost herself up. She glimpsed at her surroundings.
Fog. All she could see was fog. She did not remember about the fog or if the weather forecast had hinted about fog. It could not be. Unreasonable. Or could it be just that?
“What…” She let out.
She scanned her surroundings once more, cringing her eyes. Fog and darkness. A blinding combination. But there was so much light at the same time. If not, how was she able to see all these?
The fog began to lift then. She was able to see more clearly. A shred of light was visible in front of her. She followed it. Then she heard some strange sounds. The sounds of the night. Was there an owl around here? She couldn’t be in the woods, could she? Her senses picked up at that time. She tried to take in everything at once. No, not in the woods. She turned her attention to the ground again, stomping on it as she went. Wood. Hard wood. The room began to take a different shape, spinning around her.
A log cabin. It had changed into a wood cabin.
“What?” She repeated, this time out of confusion instead of disorientation like before.
This could not be happening to her. How could the space change into some wood cabin? It must be some kind of trick, right? She felt fear creeping up from within. Tightening her knuckles together, she searched her surroundings with her eyes, trying to locate the door. Then she relaxed, letting out a foolish smile. Her little brother loved to test his effects. Of course. That was why he was giving her a little surprise today. But she did not remember returning home. What happened after the flying glasses? How could she not remember the events that follow?
“Mick!” She called out, scanning her eyes again. “You better come out and explain it to me.”
No response. Not even the slightest hint of existence. Unlike a minute ago when her surroundings were changing. She felt the familiar fear creeping up again. It was recognition. Recognition that she was really trapped in this weird place. How could it be?
“Don’t scare yourself,” She mumbled, her voice wavering slightly.
She tightened her knuckles and attempted to search for the door again. Studying the layout, it was not that far from the cabin she planned to rent for her upcoming trip. The door had to be…
As if thinking about it conjured it up, she finally spotted the door on the other side of the cabin. She rushed toward it, too glad. Or possibly fearing that it would disappear if she did not take advantage of it? She grabbed on the doorknob and turned it.
Lights began to stream into the room. Brightening lights, not just the low yet visible light like she had been experiencing. She pulled back and shut the door again. It was not just any type of bright light. It was not like the sun that often threatened to scourge her eyes if she did not take precautions. Nor was it like the feeling of brightness after she had been through the darkness for too long. This type of light seemed like it wanted to suck her in and reduced her to nothingness. A very frightening feeling.
What to do now? Stomp on the floor again and hoped that the room changes again? She failed. It did not work that way–or so it seemed.
© Tuesday, February 15th, 2011
Posted: Sunday, February 2oth, 2011