The Fog

 

She held out her hand and watched as it too became engulfed in the whiteness that surround her. The blinding blanket of fog hiding what she knew should be there. Her head tilted to the left  as she wiggled her fingers to see if it would be visible. Nothing, there was nothing. It's as if the fog had erased her hand from existence entirely.  She knew if the world was hidden from her she too was hidden from the world. She was at this moment nothing, absolutely nothing.  Drawing her hand back into her field of vision she contemplated what this could mean for her.  Could it be the end, the finality of who she was?  Or was it instead the gift of a clear canvas to recreate herself?

Even though on the surface she asked herself she knew. A chill swept along her skin.  It started at her feet and climbed up quickly along her calves, over her thighs, and around her hips.  An involuntary shudder shifting her spine and shoulders as it continued upward.  Shaking her head to clear the last of it she again looked around as she realized she'd been standing there naked.  Not only was she nothing but she was vulnerably nothing.  Gazing over her pale skin that now had visible signs of the chilling whiteness she began again to think of that blank canvas.  Not just an inward recreation but a visible outward expression of the inner change was also gifted.   She'd already decided this is what it was... a gift.

Who had given her the gift or why she hadn't a clue but what she did know was that she would emerge from this fog a new creation. Remaking herself into all she wanted to become.  She knew not yet what that would be, what it would look like exactly, but she knew it would be better than ever before. She had time though, she wasn't sure how but she knew she had time and in this time she would simply enjoy it...the blindingly white nothingness.