Scene Sunday #58

Dusty blinked awake, his mind peacefully blank as his good eyesocket drifted open. The world stretched out around him in endless gray, broken only by the items gathered near him. That was fine. He could feel the void creeping back into his awareness, and didn't reject it.

Slowly, he let it gather, until it was enough to reconstruct his bones where they were dusting. The numbing effect was a relief, and he let himself savor it.

Moments later, a black shape leapt up beside him. She stared at him for a moment, then let out a loud meow. Breakfast time.