the night before last

i was running through a massive field, at dusk, terrified that it would soon be too dark to see.

and suddenly, it was.

i reached the edge of the woods, turned back, and ran the whole length of the field again in a trivial haze of moonlight.

a near-slip as the otherwise flat, grassy surface sloped to reveal a glittering outdoor pool; the shock of pavement; the flicker of a quick shadow as i turned in time to see the wolf leap toward me, teeth gleaming, scaring me awake...