What’s five things you can hear? Your voice. The birds outside. Storms upstairs. An alarm clock. My heartbeat. Four things you can smell. Coffee. Blood. Herbs. Spilt potions. Three things you can see. Nothing. Open your eyes then, dummy. Come on, three things. My sweats. Broken Glass. Bandages. Two things you can feel. The floor. Pain. One thing you can taste. Tears.
