Honey

My head felt fuzzy.

Wrists numb.

My toes were tingling because of how my legs were positioned. My eyelids were heavy. I couldn’t open them, even if I tried. For a moment, I was floating in some sort of subspace. Rested and relaxed, like the sleep-induced paralysis still weighed heavily on me.

Then everything came rushing back to me.

The man with a knife.

My stolen bag.

Roman’s car.

He knew exactly where to ...