Grunting
as the carriage comes to an abrupt halt, I lean my head back against the
polished mahogany frame, cracking an eyelid open to look through the tiny
window at my side. I immediately regret it as my mind is stabbed by the brutal
rays of the sun, causing me to wince and pull the curtains over the offensive
luminescence; I cough, clearing my dry throat as my boots kick about three
empty green bottles on the carriage floor. I grope the seat across from me,
grabbing for my leather hat and shoving it onto my head just as the door is
pulled open, allowing the accursed light to flood over me in my own personal
hell.
