Undressed by the Clouds

Nicole had walked these woods so many times before. They were an old familiar friend. This morning the fog was thick and had a vague, sweet smell, like honeysuckle. As she walked it became thicker and thicker, finally ambushing Nicole, enshrouding her on every side, filling her lungs with moist air so thick and sweet that it was like breathing light syrup. She savored its touch. As its parted slightly Nicole became aware that her clothing had evaporated. All she wore now was vapor...