The Human

'Where am I...?

Why is everything moving?

Why do I not feel half of my body?

My left side... I feel incredible pain.'

Unfiltered thoughts grew in his mind upon discovering his senses back again. He felt like a little lamb trying to get to it's feet after it was born. He felt alive, but he felt paralysed as well.

Unknowingly, tears of numbing agony reach his temple as he looks above. The dark sky seems to be crying along with him. Clouds thunder like the harsh curses of Zeus. They were unrest like his heart, his heart was like the clouds, brimming with feelings.

'Ah... right.' He realises, sleeping back on the rag as the cart pulled his body along with the sacks of stolen rice.

He wakes up, losing track of time. He's been asleep for very long, his body feels sore from sleeping too much. But how long? Green substance was applied to half of his body. A prickly rug of jute which manifested around thousands and millions of germs was around his waist.

"I wouldn't move if I was you." Says a