Low nights
Numbness and coldness
Sweat is soaking the bedsheets.
Her brain screams "WAKE UP!
STAB ALL YOU'RE FINGERTIPS NOW!!
YOU NEED TO EAT FOOD!!!"
Eyes open with groggy dread:
Her reading is low.
There is fire in the world, walls between our soul and mind, and a glass pathway stained by our perceptions. What does your window of the world look like?