dark...


    dark and cold...


    dark as the darkest night, cold as the coldest winter...A case of theft: this story is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.


    Yet it is a comforting dark, one of still consciousness. One you know you are going to wake from.


    A flicker of light, nothing much, a small light, maybe the size of a lighter-flame at arms lenght.


    "Truly beautiful", I wished I could have said. however nothing stirred the darkness but the light. I moved forwards, or as such I hoped as the light became larger and larger, until it covered all that I could see.


    Now the dark and cold were no more, in the wake of the light and warm. My slumber ended.