Antarctic

I look up

I open my weak eyes and look up its night; I can see the twinkling of stars in the black night sky. In another part of the night sky I witness beautiful, coloured lights which move gracefully across the cold sky. I close my eyes and take a deep breath taking every moment. Whilst my eyes I closed I feel like I am hovering across the floor, I look forward. There is a strange hooded man dragging me on his sled through the snow, I shout asking him who he is and what he wants from me. He gives me no eye contact but only says in his calm, quiet voice its ok, I help you, you are hurt. I give up asking questions as I don't have the energy to do so, so I just lay they being cradled my a warm fluffy blanket, I attempt to touch my face but the eskimo man tells me to stop before I touch my shredded face.