I woke up in a bed of orange and red. The leaves crackled and rustled, tickling my ears as I shifted and squirmed. The first thing I saw as I woke from my slumber was the stars, embedded in the sky, now dyed in dark blue.

Brushing my hand through my short dark hair, I picked out pieces of dry leaves stuck in my hair as I sat myself up. Rewinding my memory to the last bit of consciousness I had before sleep took over, I looked towards the horizon from the top of the hill, where my bed of leaves was located, to find the sun's final breath, tints of orange and pink, bleeding on the edge of the dark blue sky.

Sighing, I took a deep breath of the chilly night air, breathing in as much as I could-- the air, the atmosphere, the moment.

With that, I stood up, brushing off the dust on my clothes as I began my descent down the hill, towards the light and the smoke.

It was autumn.