Cath
The air felt stale and bitter in his dry throat, while the deep slumber which had taken control over his entire body still refused to go away. It was glued to his limbs, pressing him down to the ground, refusing to let go. So many times Cath had tried to open his eyes that he had lost count already. All he knew now was this endless kaleidoscope of waking dreams, in which he struggled to keep his head on the surface, but wave after wave of the same nausea overpowered him.
It felt like water submerging him at his every attempt to get to the surface until he drifted deeper and deeper into its debts with no way back. He tried to breathe, but only salty muddy liquid filled his lungs, drowning him, filling him with despair, and soon there was nothing left of his sanity, and he felt like
