He drew his head up to the sky and closed his eyes. Each drop of cool rain fell onto his face with a slight splash and turned warm. He released a breath of exhaustion and fell to his knees. The faint sound of waves voided his ears. He lifted his hands to the sky and touched the stars. They were beautiful and bright, and he appreciated them that night more than he ever had before.
He was so caught up in the sky, that he hadn't realized where he was... Or even what day it was. As he pulled his arm up to look at his watch, a hand grabbed his. A warm, dry hand. This hand was not visible, though. He only felt it. The fingers of this hand interlocked with his. He began to walk and the hand moved with his. The hand was not one that he's touched, but it was extremely familiar. He looked down at the sand and noticed a second set of footsteps beside his. He was confused and concerned. Was he dreaming? He looked around at the vacant beach and empty horizon. Everything seemed so real. He could not stop walking with this invisible being beside him. No matter how much he tried to force his legs to stop, they would not. He looked up to the sky again, and something was different... There were no more stars. They were replaced with a single phrase. "Trust In Me." As he read, the hand tightened its grip. As he continued walking, the being beside him did too. He turned around and saw the two pairs of footprints in the sand. He looked down to his feet and they were in sync with the ones beside him. He was not frightened, to his own surprise. But he was intrigued... He wanted answers.
He hadn't said a word since all of this happened. He opened his mouth, and spoke three words. "Who are you?" His voice was raspy with a sense of tiredness and dehydration. There was no reply. He asked again, no reply. He was getting frustrated and angry. What was happening to him, and why was it happening to him? Why couldn't he receive any answers? He began to cry out, and tears ran down his cheeks. His body fell to the ground and he had lost all hope. In nothing particular, but everything. The being was gone. The footprints ended where his did. He was left all alone, again.
He began to retrace his footsteps, avoiding the ones beside his. He started believing that he was going crazy, or that he would soon awake from this vivid dream. He started to chuckle, and then laughed uncontrollably. He was seriously going insane. The footprints vanished. He was now at the beginning of where he started. The sand that laid before him was caved in, and he realized that that was the spot he was sitting at before. He sat down and looked up to the sky. He dropped his mouth in amazement. The same phrase was still there. How was he supposed to believe this after all of the loneliness and abandonment he felt?
Concerned about his well being he got up and looked for a way off of the beach. When he began to stand, he was lifted off of the ground. He imagined himself as a bride on a wedding day getting carried out of the church house. He was now moving, trotting. He looked down, and saw that there was only one set of footprints in the sand. Who was carrying him? Why hadn't he woken up yet?
He laid his head down on the chest of this being. It was warm and it was familiar. From where did he recognize this? He felt like he had known it personally.
His eyes grew wide and his heart pounded. Tears streamed down his face. He could barely talk but managed three words out of his mouth.
"I Trust You."
