Four A.M
KosciuskoCarolollton
When I was a child I would suffer from acid reflux. Finding yourself awoken at dawn to a knowing pain in your stomach was not fun. Neither was regurgitating acid on to the cold bathroom floor. The aftertaste of burning flesh, the puffy tearful eyes, the scent of something stinking your nose painfully. It was misery. Never did I think something could be comparable to the sensation, I was wrong.