The Maze

I was in a garden maze, surrounded by tall privet hedges on all sides. Struggling for a way out, I noticed a guide up ahead.

She wore a white shift. She was barefoot. I could not see her face, only the back of her head; she had long, straight, black hair. She kept vanishing behind corners as I approached. However, I had a feeling she knew her way out of the maze and I only needed to follow her.

And then I finally emerged from the maze, and looked upon a flat lawn, with a boundary hedge barely visible through the early morning fog. No sign of my guide anywhere.