"her frail hands slid over her face, pulling off the restraining frames. her autofocus broken, her millimeters now grams of pain. her eyelashes tickled the palms of her seemingly dry hands, fuzzy darkness was all she could bear. the familiar click of the temperature engulfed her, pulled cotton gingerly gracing her milky skin. a sigh much like that of the wind through the trees escaped her pale lips. “help.” she whispered to no one in particular, for no one was listening."
