Queen of Heart
Unknowingly I awoke to a very sore body. As I attempted to stretch out my arms, the muscles in my shoulder and neck clatter in a ascending firecracker upwards to my hairline. In efforts to stand my knees echo the sound of stiffness throughout the joints. I examine the multiple small bruises around my arms and legs, knowing that another fitful night had claimed victim to my weak skin. I cannot remember my nightmare, just a vague sense of dread fills my stomach and left my head slightly rotating in a spell of mild dizziness. It was time to awaken my uncooperative skin and begin to move. I had spent far too much time sitting and desiring to produce nothing that it was time to continue my exploration of the decrepit walls and possibly uncover more doors to my little dungeon. It had been some time since I had looked at any of the walls or the door that was opening up next to my dungeon cell, but I forced my mind to reveal its intention and motivate the movement of my extremities. My g...