Wake Me Up

It started with the end, something like the drop of a curtain.

A white veil in a haunting in-between calling my name.

The last word hanging on the edge of a sentence.

And then nothing.

I remembered nothing.

I didn't have time to remember anything when the danger made itself known-the village wanting me dead.

There was only time for survival then.

Pain. Suffering.

I should be killed. I deserve much worse, yet I continue to linger in spite of it.

And the only reason I tell you this, love, is because m...