Last Week’s FFF: Seven-Year Firestorm

I want to say I felt cold.  Truth is, I didn’t feel anything.  That should have been a comfort.  But it was so easy to forget.

My mind and eyes seemed to be the only things working.  However, they weren’t working well.  My eyes were stuck, fixed looking up at the ceiling and anything that happened to pass into field of vision.  My mind felt like it was running on reserve power.  Not quiet enough to fuel the system, but enough to keep the smallest spark ignited.

I wanted to move.  My mind instructed my arms and legs to get me out of here.  At least sit me up.  But they wouldn’t listen.   Continue reading →