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by cream_on_cake

by cream_on_cake

Coldness. Dry throat. Uncomfortable surface. My lungs screaming for air. I take a breath in. And out.
I open my mouth and ask for water. But I don't. My lips are open, but sealed together. Nothing comes out of my mouth. Just air.
I move my hand towards my mouth to check out the damage. But I don't. My arms don't follow my commands, as if chained to the cold surface I am lying on.
I thrash around in my prison, desperate to escape from this cold, desolate place. But I don't. My whole body is as unresponsive as a plastic bottle, and easy to crush, vulnerable.
I should be stressing. Why am I not freaking out?
I feel as though I am in my own world, on my own planet. Or floating through space. Calm. Relaxed. Chilled. Whatever you want to call it. Just go with the flow.