[ WP ] Stuck on a small island surrounded by eerie mist , you quickly discover the only thing that is keeping you safe is the bright revolving lights coming from the lighthouse .

I awake to the froths and quays of a stony shore. Standing I see nothing but a lost beach encompassed in a dense fog, small broken docks and a light on the horizon. The sea is an abyss, the coast a darkness. A drizzle soaks my already wet clothes as I decide to start for the light. Slipping like a drunk after a hard night I float and fall and bust my knees. All is dizziness and pain and blood in the rain. Where am I? 
 I stumble and fight for balance on this slickened plain. Breathing deep I feel my body ache. Recalling my life, my wife, and what came before, I press for the light once more. 
 We were having breakfast. Eggs. Then sex. Why ca n't I remember more? All my mind in as dense a mist as this dark and brooding shore. My feet are gone, lost to the cold and sharpness I tread. My breath a frigid and piercing pulse. 
 My only hope, I must make it to the light. 
 It's Sunday, or was. Breakfast. Eggs. And then her golden smile in bed. Why ca n't I remember what was said? 
 Raising my sight from my wearisome path I glimpse the light. My hip is an explosion of pain. Drudgery is my cadence along the dark. Still I march. I must make the light, for her my wife. I will see this through or die tonight. 
 Cresting a glacial dune I see before me a torrential expanse of jagged stone and sand hammered by an unending rain. The light now upon a tower, a beacon across the way. 
 `` What do you want to do today?'' She coos and toys my ear. Her body warm against mine. 
 Through pain I trudge forward. I must make the light. 
 Gail winds whipping, sharp hail pounding, all the world against my lost and lonely soul. A torrent of hate, a maelstrom of chaos, I am pushed to cold ground. Struggling to keep my senses I maintain my vision, I focus upon the light and cry out, `` Give me more!'' 
 I hear her giggles and feel her touch, I remember the way I felt in the morning sun. We went to the beach that Sunday after breakfast, where we shared our love. 
 A pitch darkness and silence, an eerie quiet after the storm. I lay on the crumbled ground of some dark emotion made physical, like the body of death himself is underfoot and every step a challenge to his might. Placing my hand on shattered earth for support I stand. All around me is now blasted land. 
 Still the light shines, but is much nearer now. It flickers and fades about to go out. I run and stumble and scream, `` No! Do n't leave me here!'' As I advance the light slowly moves away. I charge forward into the light. I am now body-less flying through space. I am infinity and light and energy. 
 I awake to the froths and quays of a stony shore. My wife holding my head her tearful eyes saying more than words, a golden sunlight all around she kisses my lips and says, `` You slipped and fell, you silly man.''
