The nightmare
There was a moment today when I woke up and sat up that I registered a multitude of sensations.
Fuzzy black hands receded from the edges of my vision as the room came into focus.
Air hit the thin blanket of sweat and a shock shot up from the tips of my toes to the centre of my chest before exploding into a shiver and my toes curled.
Most peculiar was that my heart wasn’t racing; no thumping against the insides of my chest the way a prisoner bangs against the walls to escape.
It was a steady beat that released waves from my core to the tips of my fingers, my eyes, my ears and my nose and filled me with a determination to fight.
