Somehow she managed to unlock her wrist from its current position. The harsh cold metal around her wrist was comforting for some reason. Its tailored elegance reminded her of the swivel of the combination lock on a bank vault and how that 360 degree circle could hold back the world. It was several lifetimes that had brought her awake in this darkness. The moon had passed over seemingly milleniums ago and maybe she had missed the birth and death of the stars and the blackness above her head was the aftermath of their passing. The air was cold and life had been sucked from the wind and it just hung like a heavy smoke over a burnt skillet of eggs. She tried to put her hand on floor so she could sit upright against the grainy cement wall but something heavy was preventing this action. She tried to move it but its weight was seemingly nailed to the floor and her eyes hadn't adjusted enough to the dark to see what thing held her limb in its tight grip. She cursed and something cu...