What Keeps us Hidden...(Joey)

The darkness around me is something I recognize, as I walk around, alone, in an abyss. As I take every step, I feel like I'm floating, yet not quite. Maybe flying?

I want to call out, but don't. Realizing how worthless that would be. 

My mind keeps itching, as if trying to remind me something, but for some reason, I don't want to remember.  I know this is a dream, but I want to stay in it. I don't wish to wake up. 

I may have been walking for a minute, an hour, or even a whole year; it was too hard to tell as I keep gaping around, in hopes to find someone...Who am I looking for? 

I don't know how much longer I keep moving until I pause, narrowing my eyes to see a small glimmer. In a matter of seconds, it starts pulling me close to it, until the small speck of light becomes a huge scene.