Finding wonderland

8th Feb 2010 by Chris

I wake up in the middle of nowhere.  I feel the first gasp of air reach my lungs.  My eyes are wide open and I gather my senses.  My gaze reaches up the sky.  I see a portion of it.  The rest are covered with the grand pose of tall majestic old trees.  It could be around 10 in the morning.  The sun does not reach me at all, yet its not dark.  I feel the thick heavy heap of autumn-colored leaves cushioning my back.  I make an assessment of my current situation.  Am I hurt?  Am I even alive?

I struggle to sit myself.  I make a slow progress of it.  My body seems badly beaten.  I touch my face.  My body is covered in sweat.  Where have I been?  What have I done?  Am I even still myself?  Now that I’m seated, I bend my body to take a quick glance of my surrounding.  Its an awfully quiet place.  I’m in the middle of the forest.  Why?  How did I get here?

I look down and see myself wearing a slick pair of dark blue jeans.  I’m wearing a brown ladies’ leather jacket.  My hair is curly.  I look at my hands and they were white.  I wish I had a mirror.  I touch my face.  Its cold and sweaty.  Sweat was pouring from my head like I’ve been rained down.. and yet the whole place is dry.  In fact, it was even windy.  How ever did I get here? more…