agentofoblivion

...and he woke to face the sun, but he was not sure that he had the strength to rise. It had taken so much out of him just to endure the night. Now he was a mess of thought and half remembered nightmares compounded with newly admitted fears and overpowering emotions. He cursed the light and moved slowly, eager to escape the confines of stillness that gave way to the onslaught of memory.