((let us play the imagination game, and pretend that this was posted/took place early this morning))
drink up, baby, stay up all night
the things you could do, you won't, but you might
the potential you'll be, that you'll never see
Spinner's eyes were open, but he wasn't seeing. Everything in his mind was a blinding white, radiating from a spot just above his left eye.
His mouth was open in a voiceless expression of pain. His hands clenched at his comforter, hoping for some release from the all consuming pain.
When it finally broke, Spinner came back to himself. His face, hair, and even his pillow, were soaked with sweat and unbidden tears.
He squinted at his alarm clock. It wasn't due to go off for another hour. The headache had struck with such fury that it has woken him from a sound sleep, more than an hour ago.
He turned off his alarm clock, tossed his damp pillow on the floor, and rolled back over, his heart finally slowing.
He didn't know what had happened, what had prompted the headache, but he didn't really care.
The fear of another headache striking, the fear of anyone seeing him like that, was enough to keep him home from school that day.
the things you could do, you won't, but you might
the potential you'll be, that you'll never see
Spinner's eyes were open, but he wasn't seeing. Everything in his mind was a blinding white, radiating from a spot just above his left eye.
His mouth was open in a voiceless expression of pain. His hands clenched at his comforter, hoping for some release from the all consuming pain.
When it finally broke, Spinner came back to himself. His face, hair, and even his pillow, were soaked with sweat and unbidden tears.
He squinted at his alarm clock. It wasn't due to go off for another hour. The headache had struck with such fury that it has woken him from a sound sleep, more than an hour ago.
He turned off his alarm clock, tossed his damp pillow on the floor, and rolled back over, his heart finally slowing.
He didn't know what had happened, what had prompted the headache, but he didn't really care.
The fear of another headache striking, the fear of anyone seeing him like that, was enough to keep him home from school that day.