Branches

I am walking down a tunnel and I am nervous that a rock is going to pound me from some direction. I can smell hollow gum trees and I can taste cold wet spit in my mouth. I feel cold blooded just like a reptile. I carry on walking and I smell pollen from every direction  I look. I am walking down the scary place, then out of the blue I can see a golden sunset. I sprint for my life down the golden sunset path and I fall on a big pointy stone yelling ow! I feel so painful. I get up and grind my teeth together so hard you can hear me so far away and I run back home screaming in agony.