You reach out for the fire, you truly believe that it can’t hurt you, but you’re wrong.

The pain is like a flash of light behind your eyes, you call out in agony pulling your hand to your chest.

You stumble back knocking glasses from the counter. Someone opens your door and runs into the kitchen.

It’s your neighbor, she runs over to you asking what happened, if you’re alright, she wraps your bloodied fingers in a dish towel,

glass crunches under your feet. She implores you to call a doctor.