Fog

Thin blanket of fog hung in the midair dividing the world into up and under. John's face was on the same level as fog and it made him feel uneasy. The fog always made John anxious because you could not see what was in it. Even familiar places wrapped in fog seemed spooky and uninviting. It was so weird that everything disappeared in the fog as soon as you stepped a few feet away. John was always a little bit afraid that everything he loved mighg be gone on the fog. He knew of course that it was stupid but the small ireational thought lingered in his mind nevertheless. He would never voice it and maybe that was part of the problem.