HERA
The first thing I notice is the cold.
It is like the cold of winter, sharp and freezing, the kind that should I open my mouth, would fog up my breath.
But there is something about it that I do not like.
Something beyond the way the cold buries itself deep beneath my skin and sinks its teeth into my bones until the freezing chill of it starts to feel physically painful.
Something that frightens me.
I shiver, rubbing the skin of my arms and the goose bumps that have appeared on them in an attempt to keep warm.
Why is it suddenly so cold?
We are in the middle of summer…are we not?
My head feels heavy, fuzzy and I struggle to clear it.
Had it been this cold when I had gone to bed last night?
No…not last night, it is still dark. So dark I can barely see.
So it must still be nig
