Stretching my arm over the Pools, I watched the blood seep from my finger as I whispered words that scalded my throat, “The day I took too much sleeping draft wasn’t an accident or a spur-of-the-moment decision.” My hand trembled. “I didn’t want to wake up.” The cavern was quiet except for the buzzing in my ears as the drop of blood slipped from my fingertip and splashed off the surface. A hiss hit the air of the cave as I drew my hand back. The water burst to life, bubbling and roiling.
