It was dusk and i was heading towords my house. Suddenly I had no clue where I was. I looked around me and I saw nothingness for miles. I tried walking but instead of walking I felt like I was floating. 'am I dead?' I thought. I kept walking- or floating- on.
Everything started blur into... trees? Tall pines, it looked like. I smiled. I had always loved the woods. My mother would always take us camping and hiking when I was young. It was amazing.
When my dad died we spread his ashed in the Mountains. He liked it better in the winter, when you could ski and snowboard. That's what we would always do. it was our thing, until my little sister was born then it was ALL of our thing, which I strongly disliked, but whatever.
Everything became a lot clearer and I looked around. This was the place my mom and I would go camping every summer. I heard giggling behind me. I turned around and saw... me. When I was little. What? My mom was chasing my little self. I watched my former self and my mom run along the camp site until I watched my 5 year old self trip.
I looked down at my knee. I still have the scars from where that happened. God, it hurt.
Everything cut out again. It was more of the nothingness. I frowned. I miss my mom. She was 48 when she died. I was 19. My dad was 37 when he died. it all sucked.
When everything started to come together I was back at my house. On the floor. Had I passed out? Was that whole thing a dream?