Blinding Roses
an excerpt

Darkened whispers played with the dense quiet of the room, wafting through the air to the peaceful respite that was her room. Still, quiet, dark – peace in the cool night. Gently stirring, shifting slowly under the fluffy black comforter careful not to waken the beast inside her head.

The heavy drug-induced sleep locked her down for three hours, silencing the pounding beneath the shafts of her hair, a layer of tightening, gripping searing pain that burned – steady the heavy narcotic. Welcome relief.

The oncoming fog replacing the burn reminded her of the afternoon’s wicked migraine which stopped her cold, spiraling quickly out of control as her vision clouded and her steady focused cracked.