Different Perspective

When he woke, he was covered in a thick blanket of beetles crawling over him as if he were part of their monotonous path. Their wiry legs clicked against the cloak sounding much like a hail storm. Jonathan was repulsed by the sound, but this time did not call out. He stood, and swept them from the cloak. Disgusting, he thought, flicking the last one off. He stared at the unblocked light. How near could he get to it before the beast returned? And where would he go from there? He looked back the way that he had come. It was too dark to see, but he knew that the root, and safety from this horrid place lay beyond it. Still, he could not bring himself to take a single step towards it.