we're all gonna die but not as soon as you guys
She climbs onto the old coffee table discarded on the porch. There is a fresh breeze coming down from the mountains and she wishes she could feel it. A pill for her head. A lotion for her skin. A cream for the rash the pill caused. If she just takes this one more pill, she'll be okay. or numb. That's all she needs. But she wishes she could still feel the wind on her skin through all the creams. The wind begins to pull storm clouds seemingly from nowhere and she wonders if they came from her. They rumble like her stomach. They glare and groan like the storm clouds in her dreams. The humidity is thick and tight in her throat.
She goes back inside to shake him awake. He groans and opens one eye. "I had a dream I was standing on a mountain," she whispers softly. He offers a halfsmile, then rolls over and is back asleep. "I had a dream I was standing on a mountain alone."
She goes back inside to shake him awake. He groans and opens one eye. "I had a dream I was standing on a mountain," she whispers softly. He offers a halfsmile, then rolls over and is back asleep. "I had a dream I was standing on a mountain alone."