Fading
I’m feeling queasy, but there’s nothing in my stomach to vomit up. Opening my eyes is disorienting, so I close them again. I open my eyes. Okay, this feels better. I’m in a familiar place. There’s sunlight pouring in through my bedroom curtains, the ones with the border of pale green ferns. I’m going to be all right. Shit. No, I’m not. For some reason, I’m sitting on the floor, and that’s me in my bed, and. . . I’m…