Satellites
two
I'm dreaming.
I'm dreaming.
All black and white, swirling colors that turn bright and burn on my eyelids, halogen red and whites that pop against the black. My body feels weak, tossed and thrown around, some noise hiccuping unsteadily against the still, bouncing up off my ribcage. The beats echo and reverberate through my ears, rattling, like chains shaking metal against metal.
A gasp burns my throat, a hot ache that turns into pain, searing, stinging, unbearable.
A voice is hovering over me, calm, blue in the black. “Come on.” Blue cold, calm, seeping through me. “You're okay.”
I'm dreaming.
All black and white, swirling colors that turn bright and burn on my eyelids, halogen red and whites that pop against the black. My body feels weak, tossed and thrown around, some noise hiccuping unsteadily against the still, bouncing up off my ribcage. The beats echo and reverberate through my ears, rattling, like chains shaking metal against metal.
A gasp burns my throat, a hot ache that turns into pain, searing, stinging, unbearable.
A voice is hovering over me, calm, blue in the black. “Come on.” Blue cold, calm, seeping through me. “You're okay.”