Omar was shaking from cold. He woke from uncomfortable dreams and found himself wounded in his bunk. Everything felt wet. It was one of those times when awareness ambushes you and drops like pieces of ice each burden you are to carry. His jaw was also shaking and he felt like he needed fruit, his teeth hurt when they touched each other.
As he sat up, pulling the blanket around himself as he swung his legs gently over the side, he could hear the steps creaking and tapping above him. A reminder of where he was, who he was, and how he was, they prompted him to snap into attention. There was a purpose for this pain, he knew.
