The Dream

As soon as you start walking deeper into the woods, you regret this decision. The morning dew is soaking into your cloth house slippers, and the wind through the trees cuts through your cotton pajamas like an icy knife. You are 100% sure you will get a cold from this excursion. Still, you've come this far, so you might as well keep on going, just to see if you can find anyway to get home.
The shade of the trees makes it difficult to see anything, and you have to walk at what seems like a snail's pace. Suddenly, you hear a rustling in the leaves around you. You stop cold, wondering if it is a small animal or something bigger and more dangerous.