An Error In Dream

He stepped down the stairs, panting heavily with each step. His breathe demanded freedom and steps ushered the upcoming pain. Outside, the cold was raw that made his pale skin stung from inside. Nathan had to keep running for what was following him since years was devastatingly full of sorrows. Whether he was approaching a new sorrow or escaping an old one was still not clear in his mind full of havoc.
On reaching the place where his legs took him, he felt a presence. A presence that he was well acquainted with. Somewhere, he was sure that this time he was not mistaken.
Slowly, as he walked closer to the presence his vision blurred by the thick fog. Nathan realised that the hue was green and so were his eyes. It was, as if even the forest was playing the game that night. The wind was hustling so as to guide him on the path. The dried leaves made noises of the horror and reminiscence. By now he was almost blinded by the fog and ended up hitting his toe hard on the jagged stone.