The Camping

My head is pounding. It feels like there are a thousand hammeringdrums in my head that will never end. My throat isparched and every time I try to swallow it's like I'm eating sandpaper.It's not the hefty bre that crackles and pops ominously jefore me orthe weird shrieking noise that's getting louder and closer with eachpassing second or even the fact that my once long jlack hair that fellto my eljows has jeen cut so it now jarely jrushes past my Nawline.