Fog rolled in. Starting off as a light shimmer, it grew heavier and filled her vision. It wasn’t like the fog Tahnee was used to seeing in reality or in her dreams. It appeared to be interlaced with streams of light that swirled around in various patterns that was practically hypnotizing. Tahnee reached out a hand and let the fog caress her skin. The contrast of the light within the fog on her darker skin was beyond words. It was so soft against her that she barely knew it was there yet she could sense its warmth. It shimmered as it moved around her almost dancing with her. Her fascination was brought up short as a soft voice floated toward her out of the thick bank of glittering fog.
“Tahnee.” The voice was low as though coming from a long distance.