Quick Write

I wake up to a odd smell in the atmosphere.

I wonder into the kitchen to investigate

Flames Fall as a circle sluggishly starts forming.

My skin melts like a lit candle I feel the temperature rising.

Adrenaline rises as I run through endless blazing fires to a once new door frame.

I run as fast as a cheetah hunting his prey.

Sirens blare and lights flash, they rush to me on to a chilly bed now covered with ash.