by Crystal Pearce

Created on: August 31, 2009   Last Updated: September 01, 2009

In the beginning, I was in a deep, dark, and desolate tunnel. I don't know where I was, or why I was there. I have never been there before. There was no one around and I felt extremely alone, as if I was the last one on the face of the planet. I began walking, in a clumsy manner, trying to feel my way through the tunnel. It was very damp and humid inside and the walls felt like they were melting, but they weren't hot. They were very cold, almost freezing, but I couldn't take my hands off them. I was afraid I would lose the walls and never be able to find my way out.

Light! This was not any normal kind of light, though I was grateful to see any at all. The sky was dark and covered with what looked like clouds, and smelled like death. Death was definitely in the air. All around me, the world looked as if it had been completely destroyed. Imagine what the aftermath of World War II looks like to you. That is what it looked like. There was snow on the ground that crunched under my feet. No footprints except mine, nor any sign of life but me.

After walking for about a thousand miles, I stopped to look around. I could smell cologne. It smelled just like the cologne he wears. It smelled like a mixture of aftershave and magnificence. Could it be him? Suddenly the dust, the smoke, and the bleakness disappeared before my eyes, and there he stood. We ran up to each other and clung on to each other as if we had been apart for centuries. He is my motivation. He is the reason I kept walking on and on, even though I felt as if my feet might fall from my body and my ankles may crack and break away beneath me.

I know that He was delighted to see me, though I could feel an imperative sense of urgency in his embrace. There were no words spoken between us, but we knew each other's thoughts. The look in his eyes told me to run so we ran, hand in hand on a road that stretched out for miles. Stop! We stopped immediately and we found ourselves standing before a foreign man. Maybe he was Russian, possibly German, but nonetheless, we stopped dead in our tracks. Board the train. We just stood there in disbelief. I was in shock, since it was as if I was dead, or maybe sleeping for a very long time, I had no idea what had happened in my absence. BOARD THE TRAIN NOW! He gripped my hand even tighter than before and tugged toward the train that came out of the thin air. I was frozen. I was a statue.

QUICKLY, The soldier shouted, as he drew his weapon. It is the only way. He whispered. Suddenly

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