Salt
blood, tears, and seawater
The first thing was the feeling that she was falling. That brief, stomach-flipping moment that jerks you awake when you dream you’re tumbling out of bed.
The second thing was a hard object cracking against her face, telling her it was a fall and not a dream.
She jerked up, brought a hand to her eye socket, tasted blood.
The floor bucked under her, and she…
