It came in slow and hit hard like a wave. A rolling began in the pit of my stomach. I could hear a faint growling, gradualling getting louder with each ticking second.
The waves rolled up my chest, lodging into my throat. There’s a sour taste in my mouth, rotten eggs dancing on my taste buds.
Sweat oozes from my glands until a thin sheet coats my body. My hair is plastered to my face and I start to wonder if something’s wrong.
Then, out of nowhere, the wave is right there. It rises up the back of my throat and a cramp cripples my body.
Tears bite the corners of my eyes as my body fights back but it’s too late.
The wave is crashing. I’m gonna be sick.