The firemen worked in double shifts, with prayers for rain upon their lips.

I can feel myself retreating back into the small, convenient world inside my mind. I can no longer taste the air pulsing around me, smell on-coming rain, or feel the magic in the trees.
I am folding myself up, clipping my wings, and stashing my soul somewhere safe inside of me.
Just a few minutes ago I was standing outside with my head tilted to the sky. I focused as hard as I could on feeling the heartbeat of the earth; but no matter how hard I tried, I was rooted to that one spot on the ground. My energy was not flowing through everything, as it usually seems to.
I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to cure myself of this fear (if fear is even the right word?)
Well, maybe I do know what to do.
But I cannot do it on my own, and I feel incredibly selfish asking for help.
Perhaps if I could explain it properly, this would make more sense.