Train
I run. Down the escalator, through a platform, up another escalator. There is a train. A couple of steps. Almost. But my legs give up, my calves cramping. I stumble, next step, I fall. I feel the ground closing in. Then I wake up. I bend half. My calf is in a cramp. A sharp, flaming hot pain. I try to extend my leg, move my feet, but I can’t, something prevents me. I look down. I don't understand. There is a package or an animal in my lap. I look around, I am not in my bed. There is a blanket on me and something breathing under it. I don't own a dog or a cat. I try to peek under, but my cramp came back. "Argh" I moan. "What the...?" My memory is foggy. Why am I not in the bed? Oh, this is my couch. This. Wait. Sam! I lean forward despite the pain and lift the blanket. Here they is. Sleeping, drooling adorably. Then I remember. Candles. Steam. Wounds. No, not wounds, marks. I look down at my fingers. Burn marks, missing hair. I smile.
“Good morning, sleepy head."