069: pain

Eyes ready to burst at any minute, yet no amount of blinking or slumber will help. Such an affliction, a migration of pressure from the vast gray plains only inches away, is enough to push the normal tolerance of pain to a point of no return, where each moment is but a mere throb in an endless pulsation.


Lights out, but to no avail. The bursting forth of ocular components is imminent. Regrets swarm in the spaces between agony and despair, as the seeming crescendo of vitality is at hand.

Wait.

The aspirin is finally taking hold. Welcome, sweet rapture...