Firefly Glen lost is all i will be

His eyelids were heavy and the swirling fireflies only made him more drowsy. He was young and did not know that death was not yet ready to claim him— that was at least a week away. Kaylan's energy reserves were merely flagging as his thin body was beginning to tap into the last of the fats it could before it would move on to muscle and organs. He did what he could to fight sleep. He thought if he slept he would never wake. It was too difficult to fight the encroaching slumber. He couldn't even find enough energy to get angry despite his storm of emotions. Even those were fading to a more peaceful state.

Kaylan's blue eyes closed. His breathing shifted to the steady rhythm of sleep.