NATALIE

I am burning. That’s all I feel and sense.

But it’s not the usual kind of I—am—feeling—hot burning sensation. It’s more like My—body—is—kept—on—an—ice—block kind of burning sensation.

I am itching to get off this block or control this sensation somehow.

Lost in the abyss of my own battling conscious, I see the silhouette in the dark. A raven haired woman stands in the distance, her back facing me.

As I watch her, fire starts licking her long fingers, spreading to her palms, engulfing the sleeves of her gown.

I gasp but find myself unable to move, to talk, to reach out.

The fire brightens everything, the darkness hides away like a scared child. She turns around, her soft features coming into my view. Gradually, the corner of her lips turn up. The gesture makes me uneasy unlike the expectation.

The icy burn becomes worse. The surroundings become suffocating. I suck in huge breaths, trying my best to keep myself alive, less suffocated.

But it all disappears. I break out of whate