Icy Storm

The wind blew as fast as light. Its icy fingers wrapped around me , never letting go. My thin light coat didn’t help at all. My brown silky hair blew all around. Its probley a rat’s nest by now.

  I wish I could get out of this hateful storm.

The dark clouds kept rolling in , never stopping. Lightning blasted every minute.

  Where is he?

  Where is he?

  I was Frantic.

  Then everything went black.

  My vision’s blurry and I cant remember a lot. Except…His face. Not someone I know. A stranger’s face.

I think I know him from a burning whole in the back of my mind with memories I forgot…like a mouse in a huge house.

Who am I?

Who is he?

Where am I?

I run through these unknown woods, panting and sweating.

 Attractive, right? I thought.

The woods broke into a road. The cars must have thought I was crazy.

They starred like I was an alien. An alien in an unknown world.

 I kept running. Trying to find this familiar place.

As I walked up to this place, I read the sign:

                       2323 Heway Rd.

        I love my wife like a mouse loves cheese.

That sounded so familiar….yet cheesy. I walked through the house. I felt so weird.

I had just walked in like I lived here.

The air conditoner reminded me of the icy cold fingers touching me.

   A man was in the kitchen.

He turned around in astonishment.

It was the stranger. The face.

He sucked in air.

“Honey, You’re alive.”