I wake up, disoriented entirely, entirely disoriented. My view is a blurry haze of hazy blur. I cannot move. An unfamiliar miasma impedes my awareness of self. Or maybe it’s the morphine. I scour the scene for my bearings when
I wake up, disoriented entirely, entirely disoriented. My view is a blurry haze of hazy blur. I cannot move. An unfamiliar miasma impedes my awareness of self. Or maybe it’s the morphine. I scour the scene for my bearings when