I am numb.
I am not glass, but ice. Thick ice; cracked in places, but strong nonetheless.
But I am numb. I can't feel my toes, and I can't feel my heart. I feel nothing.
I cannot wake up from this dystopia; it is my life. I am the invader. I am not human, but a machine.
I can no longer feel pain. It's hard to cry. I haven't slept in days, but I desperately need to wake up.
