holdingmybreathandmyownhand
I reach behind me, my eyes staying on the screen. I can't find it, goddamn it. My food's somewhere on the bed. I can't turn my head... I can't... I'm about to reach the final level. I can do this. I turn my head, and GODDAMN IT.
Falling from the tree we used to climb.
We'd sit there for hours.
Staring at the stars.
I'm underneath it now.
In the shade.
The sun beside me.
I can breathe.
I can see.
I can heal.