Running on Darkness by Caroline Sinn
Light. Its warmth was seeping onto her fragile hands, but, well, there wasn’t really any – not any above, beside or below her. Trapped in the never-ending conversations of her brain, she was left paralysed on the ground, adjacent to her bed. Searching. For someone? No, something. More like somewhere. She could sense it, yet she was not certain she would be able to find it.