"Follow me."
I didn't hesitate. His gaze doesn't leave mine as we cross through the water. The towel begins to soak as chills come down my back simultaneously causing me to stiffen up. Our surroundings seemed at first as a mist, blanketed on the top of the trees. But soon revelaed itself to be the effect of humidity along with the glowing of the moon.
"Where are you taking me," the coldness of my voice worked with the millions of goosebumps that had appeared on my skin. He didn't answer, but continued to wade through the water, as gracefullly as a swan but who's motive I wans't sure about.
"You must follow," he turned back to look at me. Same daring features which had got edged me up to accompany him in the first place.
I blink, and thrash the drenched towel.
"No, I won't."
And as the moment, I say that I'm back in my bathroom, the puddles gone and my towel still drenched.