Got slapped down so mean that I can’t seem to get back up. I keep trying but the ground has gone to ice slick permafrost beneath me in every direction. I just slip on it in my mind, falling down again and again with painful thuds until I’m going to break if I keep trying to stand. So I’ll lay here and maybe someone will find me. Or maybe I’ll drift off in the numb and fade to white blank as I blend in with the bitter cold, an inert thing amidst the frozen landscape, too small for a speed bump.

"Freedom," Jurassic 5