A single, cold drip of water pelts you in the middle of your forehead and rolls down to your eyebrow. You wipe it away with the back of your hand and another replaces it. Expecting to see a dripping shower head you open your eyes and see a lush, green canopy. Leaves rustle as more rains falls through them, crushing any thought that it was a well painted ceiling. You push yourself up, hardly noticing the slick feel of last autumns leaves under your palms, and look around. Trees and ferns go on forever into the distance. This is clearly a forest, not a shower, and definitely not a grave. Although it could be some kind of after life. How often did you wish you could disappear into a forest while you were alive? Maybe your wish has come true.

cough

ahem

Did those fantasies of solitude include clothing?

Okay, so you're naked and lost in an unknown forest but hey, you're alive! What are you going to do about it?

I'm going to figure out where I am.

I'm going to figure out a way to cover my shame

About being alive? I'm not convinced I am.