Sheets flew sideways, my body spasming as I sat upright, panting into the cool darkness of my room. Something squeezed my right wrist, so painful in a pain free body I rubbed at it to try to make it stop. My drach senses, heightened by the form of the first race, flooded with smells and sounds I'd forgotten.

The crackle of fire, the scent of smoke.

The heavy, wet odor of fresh turned earth augmented with the whisper of a spring ...