A Name

I stood in the middle of a field wondering. How cold does it have to be for one to freeze?

   I wore my favorite rainbow shirt, my favorite purple tank top, and my favorite peach thin sweater. My hair braided and hanging over my left shoulder.

   "Hey, are you okay?"

   "No." I answered honestly.

   "Are you cold? It's like -40, want my coat."

   "No. No thank you."

   "Your not cold? Are you sick? Do you need an ambulance?"

   "No, no and no." By this point I was annoyed. He asked to many questions and soon I'd have to answer that question.

   "What is your name strange creature?" That was the question.

   "I wish I knew." I answered.

   Then there was silence.

   I turned around and came face to face, nose to nose with a man.

   Black top hat. Dark eyes. black hair. Wearing one sweater and black jeans.

   I could feel his eyes and his breath on me. I could smell the cologne, wax from a candle and mint. He was so close.

   "What do you mean by you wish you knew?" Everyword had a different level of air. As if he had spoken a different language.

   "I dont know my name." Our eyes locked and I tried to push away the feeling. I didnt want it.

   "You were never told your name?" He started to laugh, and backing away, breaking eye contact.

   I turned away from him. Then I sighed and tried not to cry.