Lingering silence weeps into my bones, my face soft and still. It feels strange. As though i am not really here, like i am not in my body. My muscles twitch as I beg them to move but alas i cannot. How long has it been now? Ever since I collapsed into this seemingly never ending slumber my thoughts have been alert. I feel like a ghost. My body isn't listening to me and I don't know how long I can bear this anymore. Rustles and footsteps flood my senses and I assume someone has come. He stands near and whispers to me of hope that we will reunite but that feels too good to be true, it feels like eternity since I was able to live. I am a prisoner in my own body.
