By the time Will leaves me to prepare for the fight, I can barely lift my head.
The floor under me spun like a top, the walls waving like tall trees.
When was the last time I actually saw a tree?
Too long, probably.
Maybe I’ll feel better if I close my eyes for just a minute. Surely nothing bad can happen.
Right?
Wrong.
It seemed almost immediately.
As my eyes opened, there registered the same incredible cacophony I’d grown accustomed to.
I blinked the sand out of my eyes, standing up to stretch. My face curled into a wince as my head hit the roof. What? That’s not normal… the ceiling is usually much higher.
No time to think about that, I realize, as the ceiling opens up. I’ve probably got enough sand in my hair at this point to cover a small child’s play pit.
As my platform rises, I notice there’s no glaring spotlight over me like there is most days.