105 Hours Later

I'm about to start my trip home. Like my drive here, I am expecting that it will be dark, tense, and filled with uncertainty.

I can't do anything but think now. Everything reminds me of this moment. My body is tight and hot, itchy. I have no idea where we are and I'm scared.

I ran away, but I have to return now, late and shrouded in weariness. The hours are achingly slow when I am without a dam for my thoughts.

See you.
L