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.