Home?

AHHHHH winter camp. So fucking good. In fact, good doesn't even begin to describe it. It was fantastic, going home with friends and meeting new people and reconnecting with old acquaintances. Nothing brings me more happiness than being home. And now I'm.... home?
I don't really know where I am. But at the same time, I've never been more self-aware.
"Run," you whisper.
I can feel your breath on my ear,
Visualizing a cloud of vapor
Escaping your lips.
You grab my hand,
And I can hear our feet crunching through
Untouched snow,
Passing by twigs,
Brushing off cuts on our flushed cheeks.
You take my other hand,
Guiding me and
Allowing me to feel the
Obstacle
Ahead, climbing under wires
Binding posts together,
Warning me of trees ahead.
A laugh of freedom bursts
From your heart,
For we have the world
To ourselves,
But I cannot see.
Through my closed eyelids
I am able to make out a few
Dark shapes,
But nothing more.