dark...

  dark and cold...

  dark as the darkest night, cold as the coldest winter...

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  Yet it is a comforting dark, one of still consciousness. One you know you are going to wake from.

  A flicker of light, nothing much, a small light, maybe the size of a lighter-flame at arms lenght.

  "Truly beautiful", I wished I could have said. however nothing stirred the darkness but the light. I moved forwards, or as such I hoped as the light became larger and larger, until it covered all that I could see.

  Now the dark and cold were no more, in the wake of the light and warm. My slumber ended.