When I opened my eyes again, I looked down and stared at the ground. I watched some of the leaves of the trees rustle as the wind rushed through them. Then another gust of wind suddenly rushed past me and lifted the hair from my forehead.

The hair felt cold and damp, almost wet. Another gust of wind blew past and it was blowing directly at me. The hair that was previously covering my forehead flew into my face and I reached up and tried to push them back, but they refused to leave.

I was beginning to panic as a shiver ran down my spine. I began shaking uncontrollably...