Willing myself Home

Esti arose as if she had awoken right where she had breathed her last. IT was dying in reverse for her. The darkness became memories, her body began to feel heat again. The vivid greens and blues shocked her vision, then became something normal. Her mind went from nothingness to face paced thoughts and memories: the laughter, blood, fights, intimate nights, the smiles, all coming back to her. Her body tingled, like she was waking up. Her heart started again, speeding up its pace as her shallow breathing became full once more.

She wasn't aware of the time that passed. She wasn't aware of the decay on the earth. She simply was again, looking sleepily around at the mists surrounding her and her beloved willows- where she had died, and where she now lived- as unaware that she had ever been dead and not simply napping.