A fire is burning deep underground where you can’t put it out.

Pockets in earth whistle and moan with the fires exhalations. Everywhere your land whispers to you that change is happening where you can’t see. The earth is churning and bucking like there is a beast trapped deep beneath, struggling to escape and walk free over all you love.

Your house is unsettled.

Cracks spider out from the foundations of your living. The pictures fall. Everywhere, the scent of ash, the fear of the beast loosed.

What can you do but lie in your bed, afraid, wake, hang the pictures, patch the walls?

Could you dig down to it? Would you put it out or fall in, letting the flames run through you?

Lie in your bed as it all burns.