all i could think about was the dew that made the grass wet. it made my knees chilled and traveled up my spine sideways and into the limbs. this place was darker then i imagined, slippery emerald covering the floor, broad lumber protruding out of mud. i lay down on moss covered dirt. the skin on my back touches soft damp green. it cools my body, while i close my eyes and listen to white noise. i dont notice how loud silence is until i really listen. sometimes i cannot decipher if it is unbearably loud or quite as snow slush resting. i can feel my hair starting to become tangled with twigs. i sit up and open my eyes. the colors around me have darkened to a deep green, i must have dozed off for a while. standing up, i take some pins out of my hair and slip them into my pocket, hair covering the cold neck just exposed. it was getting colder every moment. i walked barefoot across the moss, squishy and soft on my soles. i followed the shadows to the outer space of the woods.