It was this cold, suffocating feeling that washed over me,
this stillness that wasn’t calming but strangling me, wrapping its icy,
death-like fingers around my neck. I couldn’t breathe, lifting my hands to claw
at my throat. I needed oxygen. I needed air in my lungs.
I was in the center of a frozen ocean, drowning, shards of
ice stabbing into my fragile body and tearing me open. I was being pulled
deeper until blackness consumed me, washed over me… claimed every single inch
of my body until I was nothing more.
I opened my eyes, blinked once, twice, staring at the
ceiling, counting water stains above me. I tried to breathe, but I couldn’t,
that darkness still washing over me, still having that stranglehold around my
throat. It was a vice.
And then I gasped, as if my body realized I wasn’t dreaming
any longer, as if it realized I was in the here and now. I wasn’t back there; I
wasn’t with the darkness and emptiness that had been my companion for so long.
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