There are consequences to being unconscious. There are consequences to being awake and lucid. Consequences. Over and over again - it becomes a cycle - CONTINUANCE.
She woke up in a room feeling small and disconnected. She thought that perhaps she had been swallowed by a life that had gone too long without feeding and in a delirious state of needing, no longer saw her as its source and ate her whole without understanding the consequences.
Consequence.
Waking up has its consequences. She would have to face another cycle of existence within this suffocating vacuum, trying to breathe, trying to stay awake, trying to fall away, go unrecognized and be eaten alive and swallowed whole, inside the belly of what could have been yet always was.
She was small, insignificant – but once again, provided the basic sustenance that would keep this life alive... for one more day.
Perhaps one day she will wake up outside of the room, having consumed it along with the life she had, feeling larger than life, alive and vital.
She would need to keep her strength up for the days and months ahead, incubating, nurturing and giving birth to a new life that no doubt will once again suckle at her breast until there was nothing left... then eaten alive and swallowed whole by the life she bore... her own creation consuming her.
The cycle completed again... she, the inspiration, gives birth to new life, is consumed by her own creation, dies and is reborn again, and again, and again.
