I wake to hands gently pushing at my side. A familiar warm whisper I almost missed, telling me it's time to wake up.
The room is washed in black and the sound of a train far off echoed in the walls of our room. It's so damn cold, and if it weren't for those hands helping me out of bed, I would've never left.

 A hushed laugh, "Come on, work with me here."

 The outside air was biting, wind caressing and brushing through my hair and clothes as my eyes tear up from the Autumn cold. I close my eyes, gripping tighter onto your hand as you lead me to our truck, only fighting to keep them open to help you buckle myself up before my eye-lids droop once more. 
 In my dazed state, I strained to digest what was going on. The birds morning song and the howl of the train still heard from the distance, and the drag of Autumn leaves being swept and carried across  ground and air. Your quiet comments were almost lost in the sea of the early morning. Almost.
You started the car.
Only then did the sun begin to rise.

 I awoke once more to slight pushing. 
  "We're here."
I blink once. Twice.
I weakly stretch, lifting my head and taking in my new surroundings.
It was still cold as hell. Inside the truck is coated with light blues and greys. Outside I saw fog swimming and hugging old, beautiful oak and angel statues, weeping and sorrowful as they stood tall alongside scattered tombstones.

A graveyard.

  I made a noise and tapped the window haphazardly, looking at you and rambling something barely coherent.
  Somehow you understood.
You just shrug and laugh.