There is a great noise, a clatter and roar. Frantic readying. My hair pulled back from my face, armor in place. Hands at my shoulders. Hands at my chest. Small touches. Quick breath. Action is called for. Something.
I can’t move. Can’t move. Can’t see. Frozen in darkness. Buried in rubble.
A hand of sweetness reaches in to touch my brow. All tension is released. I sink into sleep.