Planes.
Thousands of it droning overhead flying past my ears. Hold up. Why were there planes overhead?
Prying my eyes open proved infertile. Man sandman did a number on me. Slowly rising from slumber I grabbed around me feeling my surroundings. Relying on sense of touch to paint the picture my eyes stubbornly cannot.
Interesting.
I'm feeling something wet.
Something soft.
What the FUCK am I feeling?
Squinting her eyes.
"Argh fuck"
"Too bright, too fucking bright"
Shielding her eyes she scanned her surroundings.
"Where am I?"
