Who: Ethan / The huntsman What: Memories Plot Where: Ethan's bed Things to avoid: Nothing!
Ethan was still in bed when the rush came on, different from any of the more pleasurable rushes in his life. Different from drugs or the warmth of strange hands. He was exhausted from the late night drunken phone antics of his sister, and while buried beneath pillows in his massive bed, all Ethan wanted to do was climb deeper when the dizziness began. The pounding of a headache that blurred into a fuzzy ache like he was stuck in one of those spinners that turned sugar into cotton candy. Opening his eyes seemed like a bad idea, but he did so anyway. Black began to eat away the corners of his vision and despite the sturdy mattress just beneath his chest and stomach, it felt like falling. Like slipping down past the cotton of sheets and the blur of springs.