It took all day before the pot was full of melted water. With all of the back and forth patience it took to accomplish the task, Adam now felt like he couldn’t even lift the pot from the floor.
His joints felt like they were locked in place and if he moved, they’d snap right off. So he slid himself and the pot away from the door so he could close it. He sat still afterward, breathing slowly as he closed his eyes. He just needed to rest, just for a little while.
Voices were speaking in his mind again, talking over one another as if they were right over his head having a heated debate.
They were so loud, constantly calling his name, stopping him from being able to simply rest. He just wanted to rest.
“Adam,” the voices continued to whisper.
“Adam, are you ok?” Warmth touched his face,
