Quality of Life

Sam waited, passing the time by just touching the different parts of his clothes and feeling the textures of them. Had his coat always been so soft? It was if he had had wax dried on his fingertips for years and had just had it cracked off. Everything was so much it nearly hurt, but he couldn't get enough of it. When Isla returned he gladly took the tea, breathing it in and smiling wide as he found he could smell it perfectly, almost taste it just from the steam. "It..it's perfect. And no, I...I feel...fine. Normal, I think. It's just a lot." He nodded to confirm after pausing for a second to feel out for any pain. After a sip of tea, he licked the end of the peppermint experimentally; the tastes didn't go together at all but he didn't care, knowing that they didn't enough for him to be thrilled. "Oh, Isla. M..maybe being Ascended won't be so awful anymore. Th-thank you. You are the b-best doctor I have ever known." SAMUEL How could a night so frozen Be so scalding hot? How can a morning this mild Be so raw?