It was only just a dream. Construct 1

I hate the stairs.. I really do.. Looking back, I see the group of people following me as I led them up the hill to a resting shelter.

Things turned darker, the sky was a vast canvas of dark blue, shaded with emerald, glistening saphire and scars of dying warm red and orange glows. I could make out little stars as the sun began to set. I looked back down at my feet fearing of missing a step; I sure wouldn't want to etch my shin onto the jagged stone steps. Glancing down, my steps widened ; I coordinated steps planting my feet safely and away from browning puddles and leaf matter when I felt a warm tingly sensation on my right hand. It was a comfortable, soft little hand. Turning over my shoulders, I caught a smile.