Polysemous Part 4 of 10: Before the Phoenix

Ash Heart

I woke up when I felt a studded pair of nails graze my upper lip. At first, I moved my head to the side in protest, but the fingers remained. I forced my eyes open against the thunderstorm that was going on in my head. Through a painfully blurry haze, I discovered that I was on a couch in the Thompson house. Some girl lay topless next to me, her arm resting above her head uncomfortably. I lifted…

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