Always be careful
Traipsing through the wood
Mother would say
I didn't listen to mother
Hardly ever did I listen
Frost biting thighs
Pacing
Not my pacing
I can't move
A lion stares back at me
Paws bigger than my hands
Splayed on the ground veins of blood snaking between them
I shiver
Not because I'm cold or scared
I'm just amazed that I'm still alive
I take in the lion still pacing
Eyes never breaking contact from my face
A brown coat
Light brown sparks of caramel shimmering
Eyes
It's been staring straight at me
And I haven't even noticed his eyes
Teal
Light green
Silver
Almost illuminated
A coarse patch in its otherwise smooth mane
Four paces
Closer
Nine paces
Closer
Our breathing mingles
I was already frozen
But I could at least feel my blood circulating through my body
The slight inflated rise of my lungs
Stunning
This lion lowers himself
Eye level with me
And I can move now
I get off of my thighs I stare at my hands
A tug in my gut and I'm down on the cave floor
Laying on my side
Across from each other eyes locked
I fell asleep heat brushing over me
A cocooned blanket  
This is how we fall asleep
For many nights
His eyes are always the last to close