The Stranger

Waiting In the fog of the distance, impatient, searching for you. A faceless creature with features blurred, blurred by the ominous presence of the fog, thick and frightening. A cautious and insecure step, you find yourself closer to the stranger, filled with a lack of trust and sureness, yet curiosity commands you to continue foward, like a gravitational force You can see her more clearly now, the ability to observe her shape comes to you with each step until her face is finally revealed. A vague and momentary sense of familiarity vanishes with the chilling night wind and as she extends her hand, it finds yours with uncertainity Waiting in the fog of the distance, her eyes look up to seek yours, the recollection of her name slaps you across your startled face as you realize it is your own.