Day...holy SHIT!
Fire.
Fire hot and coming towards me, sliding along the floor in a wall of death.
Shadows, light, darkness, too bright to see.
And I sit up, breathing harsh and painful, hand grabbing for my Rod...which is in it a moment later, flying from the closet. I look around, peer at the crib and stand almost too fast, checking on Teddy before anything else.
He's fine.
I'm fine.
There's no need to freak....but I need a flight.
Fire hot and coming towards me, sliding along the floor in a wall of death.
Shadows, light, darkness, too bright to see.
And I sit up, breathing harsh and painful, hand grabbing for my Rod...which is in it a moment later, flying from the closet. I look around, peer at the crib and stand almost too fast, checking on Teddy before anything else.
He's fine.
I'm fine.
There's no need to freak....but I need a flight.