Sympathy For The Devil

Bear with it a little longer… 

How long was longer? Right now, I… I couldn't tell the minutes from the seconds, the light from the dark, or even the sensations from my emotions.

I focus on a single thing - and somehow manifest two different memories… seeing two different sights, different perspectives, almost simultaneously. 

A stray bit of hay on the ground - and I saw a chore, a whiff of home, something to remember fondly. 

That same stray, in a single blink - now my makeshift bed, my constant discomfort, a distracting itch running across my bare skin. No fond memories.

When I looked forward, my breathing would stiffen. Terestra was in front of me, close to me. My blood would boil, I relished the thought of my fingers around her throat, her last choking gasp like music to my ears…

Then I blinked.