The darkness assaulted my eyes like some unexpected visitor. Despite my protest, I arose, sleep clinging to my eyes like some sort of leech.
Sounds of bursting pipes filled the tunnel with ear piercing cries of hot steel. The smell of burning invaded my nostrils and smoke puffed in a cloud and wisped upwards to form a mushroom on the ceiling.
The moon held a heavy aura with it, looming over the forest like a sentinel, judging, high and mighty, in the clouds. I thought it was strange, the moon generally gives me solace, but rather I felt lost.
‘Stay awake’ I repeated in my head continuously.
I must make another coffee, or at least an energy drink. Christ, even caffeine tablets will do. I just need to stay awake. I can’t move either, I can’t let it out of my sight.
The light creeped over the horizon, threatening the tranquil night-time that held its presence throughout the cold night. A singular ray of light gleamed in through the window, warming my cheek.
The waves lapped against the metal supports underneath the bridge; echoing a crisp sound which reverberated against the horizon. Rust had infected the bridge, like a plague spreading throughout a host. It had a strange beautiful aesthetic to it.
I awoke, surroundings of green invigorated me. A nearby bird broke the momentary silence around, fluttering from its nest above.
A nearby waterfall had caught my attention as I descended down the long path. A soft gushing sounded as the waterfalls current grew stronger.
The night stirred, the heat rising; making air scarce and harsh. I occasionally breathed, as if it a chore, and I a restless labourer.
I lay awake for hours on end, staring in the blackness. Something did not feel right.
My eyes opened, pushing past the barriers of sleep. Glassy eyed, I lay awake; eyes focusing on the darkness which consumed my room.
A pinnacle of light seeped in through an arch in the curtains, creating a shard-like silhouette on my carpet. I began to move, trying to shake off my tired state.