Dazed

I suddenly awoke to snowflakes falling on my face and a bump on my head. When I looked to see where I was, I found myself in a strange place, car against a tree and window glass in my lap. I walked to the bridge, hoping for signs of civilization. The child ran passed me carrying a Teddy bear, then suddenly stopped to glance my way. A chill came over me like a blanket of death, and the child seemed to evaporate, before my eyes. When the bridge disappeared, I knew I was in trouble.