Nightmare

I was running away from someone or something.

My bones ached as I pushed my body to the limit, but this time my foot was injured. All I could do was limp until I couldn't go any further. I cried out in pain each time I put any weight on it. 

Whatever was coming for me was giong to get me. I was a sitting duck. Panic took over as I realized I was a human at the edge of a dark forest at night.

The moon was a slim cresent shape, making the night almost black. I just had to crawl towards the moon. I instictively knew that once I was in her light that I would be safe. 

But I couldn't move. My body was trapped in quicksand. I would die a slow death, right here, right now. 

I wanted to cry, but no tears came. I wanted to fight but something inside of me told me not to. Like a literal voice telling me to let go and give in. That's when the warm and calming scent I'd come to rely on and ache for and love, surrounded me.

The quick sand