"Daphne" called a faint voice. I looked to my left and my right. I saw no one. I saw nothing. Not the lobby, not darkness, not even light. I tried to stand but I wouldn't move. Like i was being held down by a thousand little push pins. My skin crawled as I struggled to set myself free with no prevail. I felt everything and nothing at the same time. My senses were heightened but there was nothing to sense. No sight, no sound, no touch, no smell.
"Daphne," it was a different voice this time. Louder and more urgent. All I could do was be still as I heard my name echoed through the endless nothing that was my being.
Then the thought crossed my racing mind.
Am I dead?
This was the only question I asked myself. And I asked it over and over again. Am I dead?
No.
I felt my heart beating. I am definitely alive, just trapped. That's okay, at least I am alive. I'm alive!
For the first time, I felt joy in existence. I felt relief in knowing I was alive.
"Daphne!" It was so loud, ringing in my ears. My eyes bolted open, letting in a blazing bright light into my pupils.
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Perfect is Perfectly Fine
General FictionDaphne Miles, is a simple downtown girl working at the Melrose Hotel where nothing ever happens, and she likes it that way. Her state of mind is consistently searching for any sort of pattern to follow. If that is counting her steps or checking ever...
