Sleep Walkers

She remembered it being a good dream. A happy dream. One of those dreams where she didn't want to wake up. The dock wash cold below her feet, the water hidden below a think layer of mist. The air was still and silent, for the creatures of the forest were still asleep. Her lungs stung as she inhaled - the air cool and crisp. The trees were barren of leaves and the grass had all but turned brown - with the remaining blades covered in a layer of morning frost.

There was one problem though. The air seemed to still. Looking around, something didn't feel right. That's when the bottoms of her feet began to hurt.

Opening her eyes, she let out a yelp. She wasn't in her bed, in her room, curled up amongst the sheets. She was outside on the dock by the pond in the rear of her house. The wood below her was glazed with ice, which was quickly melting under her soles. Her comforter was still draped around her.

In shock, she quickly turned and walked back into the house.

It had occurred to her in the past that ending up on the dock wasn't the worst case scenario. At least she knew where she was. After all, it wasn't like she was in danger. Sleep walking was a habit of hers - a rare one at that. This would not happen again, she would make sure of it.



She chuckled to herself, content with how the afternoon was going. The sun was slowly setting and the heat of the afternoon was beginning to burn off, leaving a cool breeze to tickle her skin. She had no complaints - she was content. Standing still, swaying with the breeze, she closed her eyes and just listened.

As she stood there, a random thought broke into her mind, "how did I get here?"

Opening her eyes, she was startled to find that she was a top a hill, over looking a valley as it was being lit up by the early morning rays of the sun.

It had happened again...

And this time she didn't know where she was or how she got there.