The Will to Live

Forests come alive at night. There’s a reason for that. Darkness provides the perfect cover for that which should not be done in the light. Robby prayed for morning, he pleaded for day to break. The air was downright frigid as he fought the terrors that haunted his mind and exhausted body. He tried to cover his upper torso with leaves but it was pointless. Gusts of wind wisped around and blew them to the ground. Each time he drifted asleep he would awaken twenty minutes later, feeling like someone or something was watching him. Animals, or maybe devils danced all around, lurking in the shadows and watching his every move; but morning would come and the sun finally ascended in the east like a Phoenix rising from its ashes.