08-11-2008, 10:38 PM
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She woke up to the morning rays from the sun.
The coyote’s olive eyes blinked drearily as she smiled — the action sluggish and somewhat dull. Her mind was surprisingly empty, as if someone had taken a cloth and simply wiped it clean of everything. Moments passed as she simply looked at the sunshine before she started to finally start thinking again. She felt content enough, but it was bugging her about where she was. She wasn’t in her make-shift shelter, which was a red flag to begin with. It seemed like a trivial matter, of course, but it was enough to gnaw at the back of her mind like a rabid rodent. It wasn’t until many more moments later that she could actually move. At first just shifted to a more comfortable position, brushing lightly against something warm. Alive. She looked to see, of course, Laurel. Still sleeping, as far as she could tell.
Oh. The thought resounded in her mind like the peal of a bell, and memories came crashing down on her like someone had let loose the floodgates. She didn’t panic — not at all. She was merely… confused. And somewhat curious. Nothing very overwhelming, though; she was still pretty blessed with a mostly-positive attitude. She felt warm and content, so she continued to be still and enjoy the feeling. It soon, however, began to shift and warp. The warmth spread over her until it lay over her like a blanket of fire, mostly centered around her throat. She realized that swallowing was as painful as sliding a knife down a sandpaper throat. That made her panic.
She slipped away from him as smoothly as possible, trying not to disturb him too much. She automatically moved towards the lake, dropping immediately to her knees in the shallows. The cool water was like the purest medicine to her, and she drank several huge gulps. After her thirst was satiated — for now, at least — she rolled back to sit down right in the shallow water. Her breathing was low and quick, eventually crescendoing until she was violently coughing. Around an entire minute of hacking and wheezing, her body decided to give up to simply breathe again. She concentrated on regulating her breathing, squeezing her eyes shut.
Reality had caught up on her. And it had taken its revenge.
She woke up to the morning rays from the sun.
The coyote’s olive eyes blinked drearily as she smiled — the action sluggish and somewhat dull. Her mind was surprisingly empty, as if someone had taken a cloth and simply wiped it clean of everything. Moments passed as she simply looked at the sunshine before she started to finally start thinking again. She felt content enough, but it was bugging her about where she was. She wasn’t in her make-shift shelter, which was a red flag to begin with. It seemed like a trivial matter, of course, but it was enough to gnaw at the back of her mind like a rabid rodent. It wasn’t until many more moments later that she could actually move. At first just shifted to a more comfortable position, brushing lightly against something warm. Alive. She looked to see, of course, Laurel. Still sleeping, as far as she could tell.
Oh. The thought resounded in her mind like the peal of a bell, and memories came crashing down on her like someone had let loose the floodgates. She didn’t panic — not at all. She was merely… confused. And somewhat curious. Nothing very overwhelming, though; she was still pretty blessed with a mostly-positive attitude. She felt warm and content, so she continued to be still and enjoy the feeling. It soon, however, began to shift and warp. The warmth spread over her until it lay over her like a blanket of fire, mostly centered around her throat. She realized that swallowing was as painful as sliding a knife down a sandpaper throat. That made her panic.
She slipped away from him as smoothly as possible, trying not to disturb him too much. She automatically moved towards the lake, dropping immediately to her knees in the shallows. The cool water was like the purest medicine to her, and she drank several huge gulps. After her thirst was satiated — for now, at least — she rolled back to sit down right in the shallow water. Her breathing was low and quick, eventually crescendoing until she was violently coughing. Around an entire minute of hacking and wheezing, her body decided to give up to simply breathe again. She concentrated on regulating her breathing, squeezing her eyes shut.
Reality had caught up on her. And it had taken its revenge.