Icicles as sharp as knives hang above my head

I’m out of breath

Running for miles and truly there’s not much energy left

Who is this stranger?

Is he a figment of my own imagination?

A million thoughts and questions swirl through my mind

As I look up..

He’s right there

But suddenly the thought of horror quickly disappeared as he handed me a wallet.

“You dropped this”

“Sorry, if I scared you but I figured you had something important in there Chloe”

I thanked him quickly, feelings of appreciation fill me.

Later that night, as I attempted to fall asleep a question horrified me…

How did he know my name?