Harlow
Slap… Slap
The sound echoes somewhere deep in my mind until silence overtakes wherever I am. Now, I feel like I can keep sleeping. I deserve this rest.
… Slap …
Apparently rest is only for the f*****g wicked. I don’t want to wake up. I want to keep drifting in nothingness, drifting in peace.
… Slap …
Yet, at the same time, I feel the urge to return, or more accurately, feel something forcing me to return.
“Wake up!” someone shouts from what seems like miles away. “Wake up!” The distant voice invades not only my hearing, but also my senses. My cheek feels warm as my eyes barely flutter. I don’t want to open them.
“Wake up!” I hear the distant shout again. It’s somewhat annoying, and I almost keep my eyes closed out of spite, until I feel panic through the bond. The fear is so
