The travel

I woke up feeling dead and looking dead too.

Even the gaze friction in my asking made it feel like I was on fire.

And I was entirely wrapped in gaze, just like a dead body, lust with some more care.

I stayed in bed for some time getting used to the pain.

The last time I got burned this bad was when I was still a toddler and that new nanny thought a sunbath would do good to my pale skin.

I started to reflect on everything that happen in the last few days.

Something seemed to have changed in me.

I was really acting like a toddler in the last days… or was I like this since the beginning?

-Stop the drama and get up, last time I changed your bandages you didn't even have blisters anymore.-

I get up grunting as my answer. I WAS still feeling blisters.

Naukar is sitting beside me with my umbrella and a needle in hand.

-Oh, you are really doing it… thank you.- I say more out of surprise than rational thinking.