dark...

dark and cold...

dark as the darkest night, cold as the coldest winter...

Yet it is a comforting dark, one of still consciousness. One you know you are going to wake from.

A flicker of light, nothing much, a small light, maybe the size of a lighter-flame at arms lenght.

"Truly beautiful", I wished I could have said. however nothing stirred the darkness but the light. I moved forwards, or as such I hoped as the light became larger and larger, until it covered all that I could see.

Now the dark and cold were no more, in the wake of the light and warm. My slumber ended.