Day #25 – Amber (continued from Day #24):
Floating, drifting, nestled in warmth and cocooned in the comforting scent of woodsmoke and earth, I was moving slowly, smoothly, a soothing beat throbbing in my ear.
Tired, I was so tired, my eyelids heavy as if weighted down with bags of sand. The sour dryness of my mouth was tainted with the metallic, coppery tang of blood, and I wanted to vomit but sleep beckoned again, and my exhaustion won out.
As I drifted off I heard a low hum, a strange tune that seemed intended to relax and pacify. I huddled deeper into the firm cradle of warmth, allowing myself to rest, to trust, to sleep.
I couldn’t remember where I’d been, or what I had been doing. Why my body felt so weary, my mind numb. An odd memory of fear, anger, desperation rattled through my mind, and when I halfheartedly reached for them they vanished, shredding like mist in the sun.
As I sank deeper into sleep I could have sworn I felt a rumbling chuckle brush through me, tingling along my nerves and nudging me further into slumber.
Sweet dreams, little curiosity…
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