I woke up
Not knowing where I was;
Breathing in the fog
That creeped over the ground
And me.
Is this real?
The sunshine is too far,
And I can feel
My bones shrinking in the cold,
Surrounded by fire-breathing trees.
I am still, yet moving,
Clueless about the direction.
A hand on my shoulder;
I know it is you
Without turning around.
I do not know where I am,
But I know where the fog is leading me;
Your touch helped me stay alive
And take the first step.