By the time my body had decided that I was, in fact, allowed to wake up and function somewhat as a normal mortal being, the sun had risen and emerged fully from beneath the horizon, illuminating the Sultanate in its golden rays and heating everything up to that intolerable temperature, flipping the feeling of the air from one extreme to another.
And whilst my body was allowing me to function, it wasn't doing so freely and without consequence; everything hurt, from my toes all the way up to my scalp, either from a burning sensation as my muscles finally were allowed to breathe and drink as my body replenished itself, or thanks to the myriad of tears that I had given myself through far too many repetitions of motion.
