He had awakened from a rooster crowing. It didn't arouse him, just made him aware of his environment. Rooster crowing, what was that about? Head, back, wrists, ankles and waist feeling so...sore. He swallowed and it was painful. Tried to move his head and it was painful. So he lie there listening to the rooster crowing over and over and over. While he tried his best to orient himself the best that he could. But it wasn't working because the referred pain was so intense. And he couldn't just lie here in severe pain unless he were a masochist unto himself. He was most definitely was not that. Hated pain. But for some reason, there was pain but it wasn't being inflicted any longer to his body. "Why not?", he asked himself. While he started hearing his blood flowing through his cranium rhythmically with his, oh God, still beating heart. Being so tired. He closed his eyes again, maybe more rest would give him some strength and less pain so he could move....
(Peace! More to come...)
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