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I woke up in a pile of mud not
knowing who I was or how I got there. My body was curled up in a knot of
pain. From a dusty crack above, light entered pale and sickly into the
hollow space around me, an earthy cavern the size of a rundown, one-room
apartment. I inhaled the darkness and slowly lifted myself. Cold dirt stuck
to my cheek. Every muscle and joint in my body ached like I'd been hit by a
train. My stomach burned and lurched, the taste of blood in my mouth, my
forehead throbbed, and my ankle was a swollen, purple lump of agony. What happened to me?
I must have fallen, but after scanning the cave repeatedly, I could find no opening through which my body could have passed. Amid curtains of roots beaded with soil and the shaven underbellies of ashen rocks, the only opening to the outside world was the illuminated sliver above my head. I was stuck. |
