A place exists somewhere between the edge of campfire light and the surrounding forest that cannot be named. Distant enough from the laughter and storytelling that the draw into the surrounding darkness is tangible.
She awoke to find herself rooted in this unnamed space and unable to remember how long she had lingered there. Her feet moved towards the familiar light of the fire until she stood close behind the gathered circle. There was no notice of her presence and it appeared the circle was unbroken, she would not be missed.
A turn and movement into the utter darkness of the path ahead, the inability to see her foot as it moved forward made it clear that for some time this journey would be without light or destination.
written in response to a word prompt, the word “clear”, limited to six sentences.