I feel the inside of my stomach turning. Toes curling up along with my hands shaking to the feeling of my organs being pulled out of my body slowly with a continuing pain almost like I'm gonna throw up to the slightest movement or touch. The scent of Roses so strong almost intoxicating as I lay among the valley. Thorns pricking my clothes and skin roots tangling in my hair. My breath feels warm but my eyeballs are frozen open and my finger tips and toes are turning blue. The sky is a bright red with no clouds, planes, or even birds insight. Just Rose's millions of Rose's.