I was always afraid of the dark, so when the blackness ended I had no idea how much time had passed. When afraid, time is irrelevant. While living a nightmare, minutes could pass, then hours, or even days.
I woke up lying on dewy grass. I was alert as if I had been asleep seconds rather than hours. Was I even asleep for hours? I didn’t know the answer. In fact… I didn’t know anything.
As I sat up and surveyed the world around me, I was perplexed. Thought I was on a flat expanse of silvery green grass, I couldn’t see where the field ended. In fact, I couldn’t see more than a few feet in front of me because of the thick, light gray fog that was so dense it almost took on a bluish tone. The fog felt like a tangible thing, like I could cut though it with a knife.
What am I doing here? I thought, standing up.