I walked along the narrow path that twisted and turned through the dense forest. The sun filtered through the trees and the meadow was just ahead. I hummed as I looked at the colorful wildflowers and bright green ferns.
A dense fog descended making the air cold, and clammy. The fine mist covered everything creating a magical world where fairies lived. Dim shapes appeared making the hair rise on the back of my neck. Goosebumps covered my arms. I stumbled along as twigs snapped and crackled under my feet.
I stopped abruptly as a tree loomed in front of me. I strained my ears listening but there was an eerie silence. As I squinted into the fog, I realized I was lost.
I woke with a start. It was a warm night. I shivered violently making my teeth chatter. I looked around the room as moon light streamed through the open drapes. I pushed back the tangled blankets. I slipped my feet into slippers and pulled on my terry robe. I shuffled down the hallway. The dream disappeared into thin air but I was unable to shake the weird feeling that enveloped me.
I stared out the window as the moon shone onto the Oak Tree that loomed above everything. I held my warm cup in my trembling hands as I gazed at the tree.