Aaron King

A Revolution

I take a step forward. I look at my feet, covered in dirt, and bruises I can’t feel anymore. It’s been a long time since I could feel anything thanks to the serum I was given, however many months ago. The concept of time is gone, but so is pain. I clutch the bottom of the long white shirt I wear, my fingers unable to appreciate the soft fabric I’m holding. The air is warm, judging by the sweat dripping down my face into my eyes, but I can’t feel heat, nor the wetness of perspiration. I know it didn’t used to be normal, not feeling anything, but things aren’t normal anymore. Maybe some pain wouldn’t be so bad right now, if it meant feeling anything.