Tell a Story

My story is a reoccurring dream I had as a child, which would be: I cautiously walked forward through the bramble of the woods. The sky was the shade of reflecting pond and the ground beneath my feet was dry as it crepitated like the turf of a post midsummer heatwave. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand and my heart drop as I came face to face with a snake that appeared to have crawled from beneath a bush. It rose its great trigonal head forwards before leaping straight towards my collar bone. Shock ran from the top of my head to the bottom of my toes; my whole body would begin to tremble greatly. The sky would become significantly darker, along with everything around me. Typically, I would startle awake once this dream was over.