Stone

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My eyes slowly opened. I am scared of what I will see. Darkness surrounded me. Pitch black. I have not moved. There did not seem to be any floor. My eyes flitter back and forth. I start to hear a distant roaring sound. It grows louder. A sudden blue shocked me. Foam washes over me and I tumble head over heals. All I hear is the roaring sound. Water fills my lungs. I frantically reach for nothing, cupping my hands. I recognize the cold, hard surface I am shoved into. Stone. Dark water continues to play with me like a rag doll. I close my eyes, and darkness sweeps over me again.

I will not wake again.

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