The second option is tempting, but you decide to contain your excitement and carefully proceed forward until suddenly the moss underneath your foot moves down from your weight. But it does not let you break through, it only yields a little and the surrounding surface reacts by bopping up and down slightly. Slowly you shift more of your weight forward, testing how much of it the ground would support. You are almost disappointed as you discover that it can carry your entire weight. Now with both feet on this unstable surface, you again slowly walk forward. It feels like walking on a giant sponge and maintaining your balance on it is not too easy. It also feels like you could start to sinking into this with any step. That thought, whenever it occurrs to you, sends a wave of arousal through your body that makes it harder to stay calm. You want to move away from the safe ground though. Things would be so much more interesting if you are out of reach. You also avoid the visible patches of peat for now, though you very much like the look of them. About a minute passes like this with you choosing every step carefully. Now you are at least twenty feet from the stable ground, and you cannot not even tell how much farther the spongy area extends. You are certain that you are not even close to its center yet, but that does not matter much. Now you are out far enough to get a little careless. At first you try rhythmically shifting your weight from one side to the other and back, causing the whole surface to move in waves all around you. You continue to put more force into it and the waves grow bigger, but the moss keeps carrying you as before. You could try even harder, but decide that the moss carpet has passed this test and move on to the next one. You attempt to jump with both feet. It is only meant to be a feeble, small jump for starters, but your feet do not even leave the soft moss. Instead the elastic surface has simply absorbed the energy that was meant get you into the air. So you try jumping a little higher and this time your feet actually lift from the heaving ground, but you cannot keep your balance and land on your left side. The ground is reacting to all the movement as before and you are really enjoying it even though this is not exactly what you have come for.
As you get up however, you determine that it is about time to get serious about sinking. You pick a nice, invitingly black patch of peat that is sparingly covered by a few leaves. It is even farther away from the edge - at about another twenty feet, but you only make it halfway there, before your right leg breaks through the surface. You gasp in genuine surprise, as this is not the spot you have chosen. It is a pleasant surprise though, because in a way you would be a little disappointed if this bog is too predictable.
(wake up)