He was awake, but his eyes were closed. His breathing was slow, calm and even. He squeezed his eyelids tighter together, watching the warm red patterns and swirls - a private show for him. He felt the breeze from the open window on his face - refreshing, soothing.
Then, he heard it - far away. The smallest... 'click'. Metallic. He knew that sound. His eyes shot open, his breathing became shallower, faster, his mind raced. He leapt bolt upright and shook, his hands clenched, his knuckles white and sweat rolling down his back..
