Sidney reached towards it, she didn’t want it to lose it, the warmth, the feeling of being safe. That cocooning glow felt like a shelter from everything bad that had ever happened to her or ever would. She wanted to call it back, to chase after it and never let it go. “Sidney! Sidney!” she heard her name being called and vaguely sensed that her body was being shaken. She tried to focus her vision but her head was pounding and her eyes felt sore and grimy. She blinked and she still couldn’t see anything but smears of muted colors. “Sidney! Shake it off,” she tried blinking again. She felt someone lift her shoulders as her head rolled back. She tried to put her hands under herself and straighten up, tried lifting her head but everything felt so heavy. Like gravity had suddenly increased a thousand percent and her muscles just weren’t up to the task of coping with it. She tried again anyway, every movement a monumental effort, everything inside her crying out for her to quit, to find the light again and linger in its warmth. She fought it, knowing she couldn’t go back, she had to go forward.
