Survive
The world was hazy. Tilting and swirling, like everyone was dancing sideways. A world tilted on its axis. Silvery and shining like starlight; flowing across her lap like a river. Wait, no, that was hair. Sesshoumaru's hair. Why was his head in her lap?
She tried to ask, but she couldn't quite seem to make her mouth form the correct words. She was saying something, but she wasn't sure it was what she wanted.
He raised his head and pressed his forehead to hers.
She wrinkled her brow in frustration. How was she supposed to concentrate when he was trying to push his way into her brain?
She had something vital to tell him. She knew it. She just couldn't remember what. A hazy idea of something he needed to hear. Slowly and carefully, she sounded out each word.
"I think my heart stopped, Sesshoumaru. I saw the gods again."
Note: Okay, so I'd been awake all of 5 minutes when two 8 year old cousins of mine burst through the front door demanding I paint thier nails. So I was already only half awake and wondering what the heck was going on. Then they wanted me to play referee while they took the toys out to the yard. right around the time i was half way through my first cup of coffee I realised I must feel like my mother did when I was that age. I'm not sure how I feel about this revelation.