A strong, sudden sting of stale and hot-humid air forces its way into his lungs. It’s bitter and sour, strong, and yet sweet. His eyelids pry open. One by one, like too-strong velcro, he feels eyelash after lash ripping away from one another. He suppresses the urge to inhale, buy up his throat scratches a cloud of dust and mould. Then, gagging and croaking, his is the first staggering gasp of the dead waking up.Read More »