That ball of hatred raged.
It stirred in the hollow of my chest, pulsing; groaning like a building on the verge of collapse.
I could see it as clear as day. Clearer than I'd ever before seen it. It was almost as if I could touch it—understand it.
It raged; twitched on the verge of explosion.
But for the first time since my divorce… that was it.
I heaved in a deep breath, eyes snapping open as I sprung off the bed. My chest heaved; breath ragged. My gaze darted corner to corner, object to object, searching for threats until panic gave way to recognition—I was in a room. Seemingly normal. A lamp sat on a table to the right of my bed, and an alarm clock next to it, still ticking. I guess I woke up a little earlier than someone planned?
My mind grew a little less foggy and
