wake

The tub is filled with pink. I'm cold. I can hear the echo's of the dogs barking.




I remember letting them out. I can't figure out why the tub is pink. I'm shivering but my head is burning. There is a flash of Christopher and fog...or steam...but the bath is cold. He is talking slow but I can't hear through the fire in my ears. I'm tired so I rest my eyes and the black feels nice.