I was running again. But this time it was different, I wasn't just running through the woods, but weaving in and out of the trees. The low hanging branches no longer snagged at my night gown or my hair. The ground didn't seem unstable but more sturdy. Running seemed like a second nature. I could see every rock and twig that layered the ground. Even hear the wildlife that lived in that Forrest. I no longer felt scared but instead felt safe and free. A feeling I hadn't felt since I was eight years old.
The Forrest seemed to come to an end sooner than the first time I had ran it. Was I even in the same Forrest as I was the first time I had had this running dream? I wasn't sure. I just kept running. When the Forrest opened up to reveal the same field as before, I knew it was the same place. I kept running. I made it a few yards into the clearing when I started to rethink that first dream. The silver eyes. As I ran I started to look around the field for those eyes, the men in the black suits. But there was nothing. Stopping in the middle of the field, I began to look at all parts of the Forrest. Waiting. This wasn't just a dream. I could feel the chilly night air in my hair, even feel the dirt and rocks below my feet. I could hear the crickets chirping and the wind rustling the leaves on the trees in the Forrest. I stayed in that field for hours it felt like, waiting for something or someone to appear, but nothing ever did. Sitting down in the soft dirt, I was hidden. The tall grass kept me safe, I could see everything but nothing could see me.
My body was tired, and everything ached. The moon was high and bright tonight in the sky. And I fell asleep in that field with the moon as my personal night light.
