THE SOFT, white clouds on which I laid turned grey, conjuring thunder, the loud rumbles of imminent destruction. But as the seconds went by, I realized that it wasn’t the clouds making those noises. It was just me. It was the sound of my heart that rumbled through the empty hollow of my heart, echoing through my blood and crumbling my existence. The clouds weren’t grey. They were, in fact, still soft and white.
It was me who was hard and grey.
Turning purple, blue, and black.
I had no recollection of what happened for the first minute since I woke up. But then, the memory came flooding back like a cursed little thing, probing my peace of mind, reluctantly making me remember all the events that happened last night.
I saw white lights filling my vision. Bile rose in my throat. My guts w
