I HAD TO RUB MY EYES before they’d pry open enough to reveal anything. Overhead, a blank canvas of white loomed, whereas to my left a swollen butterfly fuzzed around the edges and buzzed in a small circle like a moth trapped in a jar.
Sour-tasting fur coated my tongue, making it feel too big in my mouth. Just swallowing against the f****d up flavour made my stomach complain, but trying to swallow while inhaling and trying to focus on my surroundings sent my gut into an outright revolt.
As my insides performed a hob-nailed somersault, twisting up all my muscles into a knot of cramps, I flung my legs over the side of the bed I lay on and forced myself in the direction of the door.
The landing that’d always only been strides long seemed infinite in my rush for the bathroom, where shrouded
