Reality of Daydreams

Another Storm

Stepping or tripping back I lowered myself or fell onto a scruff of raised land. Before touching my mud coated feet I thought over whether or not I wanted to get my hands dirty again. Finally, I began to warm up my left foot. The tips of my toes were dark and my foot, after wiping the mud off, looked like it belonged to a dead person. I rubbed my hands together then placed them on my foot, even trying to thaw them out with my breath. Once I began to regain my sense in the foot a cool wind picked up. I had to find shoes or something. I noticed a strand of greyish thread poking out from under the uniform. My sweats! Rolling the blue pants up to reveal my shaggy sweatpants. "I can at least wear socks," I mumbled as I shoved my hands into the uniform jacket's pockets, looking for something to cut with. Almost by chance, I happened upon what looked like an army knife. But it wasn't right... Shrugging it off as my socks needed making I cut away the hem of the worn out sweats and began to wrap up my foot tightly. Tying it off I shift my weight in order to sit on it while I worked on the other. I almost fell face first into the mud forgetting that now only my right leg was keeping me up. Pushing myself properly into a sitting position I lifted my right foot and began to smear off the mud. I rubbed the dead man's foot frantically almost without realizing. This foot was worse than the first, the toes nails almost completely black. Oh dear, would I be able to come back from this?

There was some improvement, but not enough. I still couldn't feel my toes, but the feeling of wolf teeth in my ankle was back. I kept rubbing my foot till my hands became sore and numb, hopefully not as a result of the cold. Giving into my soreness I tore the other hem from the sweats and wrapped it snuggly around the ice block foot. The sun that had been high in the sky was beginning to travel down. I fell onto my back, suddenly not carrying about dirt and bugs crawling on me. I felt cold. Staring at the clouded sky, watching for the shimmering beams of the sun. I realized I had grown deaf to the wind, only noticing gust of wind when the trees above me shook. Wondering why I didn't hear the wind I recognized a single note ringing through my head. It was rich and peaceful yet seemed as though a call to battle. Closing my eyes, I couldn't feel my ankle. Rather than numbness caused by the cold masking it, I found that the pain had altogether disappeared. I sat up, still only hearing the single note. My vision was strangely hypersensitive, although unstable as though it wasn't set at the right frequency. A sudden flutter of wings interrupted the sweet sound, the howl of the wind caused my eyes to refocus. There was a moment where I felt the calm again. The same calm I had felt while drowning. 

It was the calm before the storm.

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A/N 

ok, I will admit, I was super late tonight (technically a day since it's 12:08 am now... hehe) 

But I wrote more than usual so I hope I made up for it! 

Welp spring break is almost over for me, but hopefully, I will keep updating this until late June (lol  then I'll finally be able to say I've written a novel! XD)

It might seem like this story has no direction at the moment (and it really didn't at first) but I have a couple ideas for the next few chapters so be sure to tune in tomorrow! and the next day... and the next day...

lol anyone remember me updating twice a day? UGH so happy I stopped doing that!

NIGHT PEEPS!