The dark clouds hide the moon. It's hardly possible to see what way I must take. I hear trains around me. I watch out not to get in front of any.
I lost the two birds. I have no idea what way they flew away. I hear a train coming. There are some lights flashing. I'm not sure if I'm in danger or not. It comes closer and closer and I decide not to move hoping that I am not in danger's way.
I get pulled away out of the blue by my hand. I gasp but keep quiet. "Are you trying to commit suicide?", I hear a voice talking. "No, was I in danger?", I ask slightly scared. "No. You were safe. But still close to danger.", he explains.
After arriving somewhere out of the craziness, we step in a motel. "You should sleep here and get tomorrow back on your track with more sun to light your way.", he recommends. "I suppose you're right, thank you.", I almost whisper, gratefully.
After we both part ways, I take a decent room and prepare for the next day.
