I woke up today with an inexplicable heaviness to my body. This was different from the pain of waking up after a beating from the day before. It isn't a pain that makes removing the covers feel like pins scraping my bones. This weight makes removing the covers an hour event. It makes standing up difficult. Going to the bathroom, showering, moving becomes a battle of resistance. It's like the force of gravity on my body multiplied by fifty. All I feel like doing is buckling under the weight on my body and sinking down to the floor.
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Tortured by Hope and Dreams
Short StoryA man finds himself trapped in a modest, modern apartment of torture. A woman finds herself lost in the realm of the soul.
