burns through my exhausted mind, and with it comes the searing pain of
daily life. My eyes flutter open, disrupting a rogue ant crawling across
the lids. Like salt on a wound, my awareness brings with it the rolling
nausea of agony.
Wind licks at my skin, chilling my exposed
flesh as leaves rustle just beyond my fingertips. Despite the pain, I
force my eyes to focus on my hand with each burning exhale. Ever so
slowly, my body comes online. First, the tingling in my feet causes them
and it creeps up my legs to my torso where I shudder beneath the
I damn well know death is less painful.
my teeth, I push up on shaking arms. My muddied shirt hangs off of me,
and I swear bugs skitter across my skin as I feel the creepy crawly
sensations of their little bodies.
That all pales in comparison,
however, to the horrendous headache zinging through my skull. As my body
returns to the land of the living so, too, do my thoughts.
Fires raging through forests with trees turning to coal.