One moment I'm running through the woods, green rushing past me everywhere until I cannot see anything but the leaves right in front of me, until they're replaced with another in the same second. The next moment, everything goes black and my eyes slowly open to the only other colour in the room; the blue of my computer's flashing power button. That button has all my attention until my brain remembers that it has a body attached to it. The blood rushes and throbs at my wrist creating a tempo that's familiar yet unfamiliar. Since when can I hear my own heart beating?
My other hand drags its way over and at the feel of warm blood, my body lurches forward, towards the light switch. I'm already looking at my wrist when the light turns on and I see two large holes there, spilling blood. My cat's hiss startles me and I look over to where she's puffed up in the corner. She looks so primal with her angry eyes and bared teeth. I'm suddenly reminded of when she turned up with a chewed up ear when I was twelve. I was so worried she was hurt but she never seemed it. I remember my mother's impatience with my relentless worry for her.
Now I see why my mother was impatient. My cat hisses again and I notice she's looking at the window. I walk over there which causes her to bolt out of the room. I push the curtain outside and see nothing under the streetlight, no movement, no reason to startle my cat. Why would she bite me?
I let go of the curtain and look over at my alarm clock. It's red digits tell me it's 4:47am and I know I will not be able to get back to sleep. I go to the bathroom and wash the bite on my wrist. The more I look at it, the more I think that my cat wasn't the one to bite me. The wounds are too far apart to have been her teeth and she's never bitten hard enough to draw more than a drop of blood.
Suddenly I'm tired. Extremely tired. I gently swerve to my right until I harshly fall down. I try to sit up but even that's difficult. My wrist is tingling. Why is it- it's bleeding. Oh. Yeah. The cat. It bit me.
I bring my wrist to my mouth and suck on the blood. I jerk my wrist away and stare at it, but I can't focus. My blood tasted odd. It doesn't have the metallic taste it should, it's sweet. Like sugar and cinnamon. My wrist is blurry and I give up trying and just go back to bed, leaving this mystery for the morning.
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