Escaping fireworks on July 4th

Darkness enveloped the room. A halo of ice packs barely dulled the pulsating throb inside my head. The active volcano in my stomach churned, threatening to explode each time the smell of burning sulfur hit my nose. “BOOM!” Sounds, lights, and smells assaulted my nervous system like exploding missiles. Surrendering had been in vain. There was no escaping fireworks on July 4th.