Another Foggy Morning

6 o'clock in the morning.
Darkness still envelopes the world.
A thick fog shrouds everything.
Only there's something new this morning.
There's silence.
Deafening, oppressive silence.
All I can hear is the sound of my own feet hitting the ground.
My racing heartbeat.
I pass under the three trees unscathed.
I start to breath a sigh of relief, but the silence cuts it off.
I gasp, suddenly realizing I'm not alone.
I look to my right and see my shadow walking with me, only it's not my shadow.
It's deformed and distorted.
It breaks away from me and becomes it's own being.
I suck in a breath, look down at my feet and keep walking.
I can hear it behind me, stalking me.
I struggle to keep the fear down.
Somehow I know that fear makes it real.
I feel it wrap it's cold clammy hand around my arm.
But I keep moving forward.
Other shadows reach out and try to stop me.
I beat them back with sheer perseverance and will power.
I will NOT be taken.
I continue walking and finally I come into the light.
The shadows shrink back.
I have made it safely to my destination.
But only for one more day.