The chriping of birds were the first sounds to surface, deep in resonance as they echoed in my head. Like hidden tones being deciphered by them and them alone, however, they let the environment grasp it's relevance even without understanding it.
I could see the sand in my eyeline, hardly moving and so minute I had to squint just to keep track of their numbers, before proceeding to count them.
Footsteps lurked behind me, heavy and with loud thuds as a figure lingered from there before standing in front of me, probably staring numbers at my body down in the dirt.
I pushed myself to my side, fixing my gaze towards the figure, watching as Damien's unfamiliar eyes reached me, the hazy but gentle tinge of brown edged deeply in his iris. He gestured with a tilt of his head for me to sit up, providing ample space for me to do so as he stepped back.
My body felt heavy, so heavy that I almost gave up after the first try to push it from the floor.
