Cold, thats the first thing I feel. A sharp coolness suppresses my body deeper into the hard cloth. I try to open my eyes, but they won’t cooperate. So I’m stuck in this black abyss. Well at least, sight wise.
I can at least feel the air around me, smell antiseptic, and hear small, faint, beeping noises. I try to will my eyes to open, but again, they won’t. Then I hear another noise. Shallow breathing from my right side. Since I can’t look, I attempt to move my arm. Nothing.
I can’t move, I can’t open my fucking eyes. I feel a strong pull and fall asleep again, hell beckoning me to torture my soul.
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