Sojourn

The tap dripped slowly, the cold water from it softly landed onto the scalp of our protagonist, who lay spread-eagled and motionless, hugging the floor as an old friend did upon a chanced meeting. Every hair on his body stood up, craving for heat to keep him alive. His bloodshot eyes stayed focused upon a distant point on the wall, as if it contained the secrets pivotal for his existence. The nearest window lay opened, and from it came to a gust of cold icy wind, making him shiver. His jaws clattered, and every muscle in his body reacted to the severity of it. The wet cloth that clung to his body worsened the situation. The wind stopped howling, and that was when it happened. He could hear the small poundings on his eardrums, which increased steadily. It wasn't the sort of sound that he had ever heard before. It was both pleasant and irritating at the same time. His heart began to race, in coherence with the pounding. The intensity increased. He could not stop it. It was s