NATALIE

I am burning. That’s all I feel and sense.

But it’s not the usual kind of I—am—feeling—hot burning sensation. It’s more like My—body—is—kept—on—an—ice—block kind of burning sensation.

I am itching to get off this block or control this sensation somehow.

Lost in the abyss of my own battling conscious, I see the silhouette in the dark. A raven haired woman stands in the distance, her back facing me.

As I watch her, fire starts licking her long fingers, spreading to her palms, engulfing t