Grey Mist

The grey mist slowly swirls downward and laps at my feet as it
climbs toward the sunlight that dances on the water droplets forming in
the air. I look around. Where am I? Blind and shivering, I take one
step forward and the cold air hits me even harder. I hold out my hand
looking for comfort, for a wall, an ending, something to hold on to. I
feel a warmth surround my hand. I take another step with my hand
outstretched, careful not to fall over an invisible ledge. The warmth
moves up my arm and the light becomes more brilliant. I feel a hand
take mine, a wet warmth in my palm.

The mist is gone.