Stories Of The Han

A HEAVY BLANKET. The kind that smothers you in your sleep when you wake, desperate to breathe, bewildered that you haven't been swallowed in its grasp already. You dreamt a pleasant dream. You felt calm and you felt still, much like what you imagine it must be within your mother's womb, that cloak of flesh, that feel of being contained and held. A natural opiate this blanket is as such is the feeling of self pity, that essence of the han. That streak of pain unbridled from generations of men and women. Such is the feel of this pain, this sorrow, this slight. A heavy blanket.