SKY
It’s hard to feel my tongue. It’s swollen and heavy, and while I ran, it kept hanging out of my mouth like I had no control over it. My lips are cracked and dry, and licking them doesn’t help at all. My throat feels like sandpaper.
I don’t even have the strength or calm to admire the tall buildings around me. My shoulder blades burn, and every step reminds me of the chafing under my shirt from where my knapsack rubbed against my fur earlier.
A woman walks toward me wearing a long brown coat with a floral dress underneath. Her face looks soft, kind even, so I take a chance. I gather the little courage I have left.
“Hi, excuse me,” I say quickly, my voice trembling. “I’m new to the city. Do you know where I can find a hostel for the night?”
Her expression changes almost instantly. T
