The gentle breeze tickled my cold face as I ran through the seemingly endless forest. The night air was cool and brisk against my skin. I shivered and rubbed the small bumps forming all along my arms. My shorts and t-shirt had proved to be a bad idea. I knew I should have put a sweatshirt on before I left but I just had to get out. My mind was muddled with thoughts and I felt like the walls were closing in around me. I needed to clear my head so I got up and I ran. I ran as far and fast as I could. I stopped after what seemed like minutes of sprinting and leaned up against a tree dampened with rain. I took a deep breath in and exhaled slowly, letting the burning sensation in my lungs be appeased by the ice-cold air. There was a bit of low fog, dancing at the feet of the trees. The breeze rustled through their heads and made the whole forest sound alive. I felt the urge to keep running and so I started jogging again. My pace quickened and I was soon sprinting again. I ran for what felt like an eternity until I was soon greeted again by the burning in my lungs and tightening in my throat. I saw a parting of the trees just in front of me and so I ran into it. When I stopped and caught my breath once again I saw that I was standing on the edge of a cliff. I sat with my legs dangling over the edge and looked down at the deep valley below me. Inside was a quiet little town tucked away from the rest of the world. The whole town was bathed in the light of the full moon. It looked almost eerie in the light, a ghost town hiding in the comfort of a Washington forest. I glanced down at my watch and noticed that it was 2 A.M., I had been running for over an hour. I figured I should probably go back home now but something was drawing me to stay where I was, staring at this little town. It was like I was hypnotized. I laid back looking up at the night sky before me, studying its little twinkles. It was like the moon was just staring at me.