Awake

Eve's slumber is fractured at the precise moment of dawn. Her mind rouses first, memory fragments sifting to the surface of consciousness. Sensation descends along disused limbs. She forces her eyelids open, facing a void of pitch. Here, wherever here is, there is only a heavy weight, cocooning her. Keeping her from the world. She pushes, but the weight is confining. Fingers claw at the black. She reaches up, up, and her hand is free.

When Eve erupts from the earth, mud sticking to naked skin, scarlet rips across the sky. And like the sun, she is finally, gloriously awake.