Footprints

1

"I keep having this dream." I muttered.

"Why don't you tell me about it?"

I close my eyes and let my mind drift to the odd dream I had last night. I was outside, surrounded by fern trees all decorated with snow. Snow. There was so much snow. I shivered.

I looked down, a path of footprints laid out in front of me.

"There were footprints." I say aloud.

"Do you follow them?" Rowan inquired.

"Yes, I follow them. But they keep on going..."

I continue to walk forward, nothing but snow and trees for miles.

"I saw something on the ground."

"Do you look at it?" They ask. It feels a lot less like a conversation now, but more like an inner monologue. I felt odd and floaty. 

I walk up to the red object on the ground.

"Yes, I look at it. It looks like a red scarf but..." I squint my eyes.

"What's wrong?"

I poke at the object before jumping back into the snow. "It feels like flesh."

Rowan seemed to have no reaction to this.

I back away from the object and continue walking through the snow, seemingly getting lost in the white flurry. I notice a photo on the ground.

"Do you look at it?"

"Um... yes, I look at it."

I pick up the photo and stare at it. 

"What is the photo of?"

I swallow hard. "It's me, but... I have no face. Just one giant eye, and it's moving..."

I drop the photo back on the ground and continue on. Eventually, I come to a split in the path. A single lamp post lit up in the middle. One path the footprints continue, the other seems untouched.

"Which way do you go?"

I follow the footprints. I soon come across a giant frozen lake, an elevator constructed in the middle.

"Do you use the elevator?"

I step across the lake, surprised it wasn't as slippery as movies depicted it to be. Or maybe it was just an affect of being in a dream? 

I stepped into the rusted elevator, leaving behind the snowy forest.