I wake with a start. Eyes pick out the shards.

The mind glues the fragments. Pain is an understatement.

Breathing is no longer a right. Each breath has become a privilege.

Every micro fibre is weak. As one they pin me in place.


Is the person to my side asleep?

I don’t have the capacity to check.

The irregular droning wails danger.

The sound has solidified into a wall.

A bead makes it’s horizontal descent.

A blue glimmer blinks into existence.

My legs are locked at 90 degrees.

Fate has laid a cold bed for me tonight.




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