Snippet #2768386

The fumes of the smoke and hypnotic curves of the mountain road took hold of Morrigan's consciousness. In her dream she drifted into the otherworld to accompany her deceased companions; who soothed her with their dense blanket of comfort.

Then the darkness became a bright light, more stark and harsh than the sun.
Her retinas dance with color only to reveal a bleak, clinical room. In a daze she recalls the grey dimness of the psychiatric hospital's construction from weeks spent in the wilderness of coal creek.

It suddenly kicks in that she's on the wrong side of the monumental concrete wall. She tries to get up but finds that her hands and feet have been strapped down. She screams so loud that all the birds fly off the trees into the wild free air.