'It is really dark, and I feel an obnoxious sound inside my head. I'm in the middle of the forest, and it's night here. There is hardly some wind, now and then eerily striking my ears. The crickets' sound and the mumbles of various insects travel along with the blood in my vein. I got an ankle twisted due to all of this walking. I have nothing to eat, and my stomach plays an unpleasant orchestra. Where will I stay for the rest of the night? Will this forest welcome my sojourn? I feel like dying inside. I'm all alone, and I think I'm feeling a sharp breath. So close, on my shoulder. Oh no! What should I do? Oh no!!! I feel my wrists being soaked under a waterfall. No! What should I do? I cannot see anything! Oh no!
Oh! The sharp breath! Again! I think I should turn and fight. I need to see the light and get back home.' I turned vigorously to see whose sharp breathing was that, very near me. " Dudeee," said Sam as he dodged a little and looked at my hands holding a water bottle. I suddenly turned front and found the water overflowing my water bottle. I was just filling my water bottle from the water dispenser, and I was not in the forest! Phew! I closed the tap and gave a gentle smile to Sam as he went forward to fill his water bottle. I ran slowly from that place, thinking, 'Thank God! He didn't take a peek at my mind wandering!'