The Price of Sight

[jammi]

I twisted and turned in my sleep. I dreamed fitfully, sleeping an uneasily for the first time in days. I dreamt I was wallowing in a cloud of shadows, hiding from a omnipresent searchlight that blasted away the gloom to find me.

I wriggled further away from the burning light, covering my face and averting my eyes. With horror I realised that a small lighter-flame of illumination existed with me, calling to the beam, calling to be reunited. Then the light swung round and hammered me to the floor, like Crete's midday heat had not so long ago.

Tendrils of light forced their way into my eyes, my ears, my nose, my mouth. Burning like molten magma, it seared through my veins, the light reunited with it's buried brethren. I screamed, thrashing around madly on the bunk as I was tormented by the burning agony.

Then the whispers burst back into life, howling screams blasting through my phych, snagging on the corners of my mind. Bursting back onto the conscious plain, the visions subsided and the whispers faded to a dull whickering, murmuring darkly, hidden from view under my subconscious mind.

The voices... They'd returned. I rolled over weakly, bathed in my own cold sweat and fell off the bed onto the cold steel floor. I had to run once more. They'd followed me. Staggering, with mad eyes rolling, I made my way to the door and painstakingly slowly, blundered away from the cabin towards the hanger.

It was time to leave.

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