It takes all the will power you can summon to pull yourself from the welcoming embrace of the ground but you manage. Once up it is easier to start to put on foot in front of the other as you had all day. Night falls and darkness leaves you groping about and taking careful steps. You can't see the moss but you can feel it and use the fuzzy side of the tree to direct your way. This continues until your feet are dragging and your legs are slow to process your request to stop. You're ready to collapse where you stand when you catch the smell of smoke. Holding your breath you can catch the distant sound of conversation and you think you see light in the distance. Salvation!

People! Renewed energy courses through my veins so I'm getting to the safety of a fireside ASAP.

There is hope on the horizon but that light may be a train; I'm proceeding with caution.

Too tired, can't move. I'm sleeping right here.