03-26-2011, 08:01 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-26-2011, 08:50 PM by SleepyTroll.)
The last thing I remembered before I died.... was my head laying on a cloud.
The coolness on my face and the refreshing air blowing at me.
Then I was on the other side.
I awoke, motionless. I could see. There was a light.
My vision blurred, my eyes moved as if under a spell.
Then I felt it. The pressure. The tingling in my spine as something reached out to touch me. When it did the pain was unbearable.
I reacted, at least I thought I did. There was no movement. It was quiet.
Yet I could still feel the pressure and touching.
Then I heard them, the drums, in my head they pounded, oh so rhythmic.
Panic was starting to set in. The cloud was a cloud no more.
It was my enemy. It brought me to this place. I grabbed it with all I could muster.
It wasn't enough whatever had gotten a hold of me in this strange place was not letting go so easily.
I wanted to cry. I wanted it to end. The drums got louder as my breath quickened.
I was starting to suffocate. I couldn't breathe.
Then I woke up. Heart pounding. Sweaty and confused. Somewhat out of breath. My bed was a mess. I checked the time.
Then I died again.
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Hope you guys enjoyed it. It may seem a little confusing to those who haven't experienced this. I have been experiencing it a lot lately and had to write about it. It's how I feel when it happens sometimes. Sometimes it's worse.
Constructive criticism appreciated.
The coolness on my face and the refreshing air blowing at me.
Then I was on the other side.
I awoke, motionless. I could see. There was a light.
My vision blurred, my eyes moved as if under a spell.
Then I felt it. The pressure. The tingling in my spine as something reached out to touch me. When it did the pain was unbearable.
I reacted, at least I thought I did. There was no movement. It was quiet.
Yet I could still feel the pressure and touching.
Then I heard them, the drums, in my head they pounded, oh so rhythmic.
Panic was starting to set in. The cloud was a cloud no more.
It was my enemy. It brought me to this place. I grabbed it with all I could muster.
It wasn't enough whatever had gotten a hold of me in this strange place was not letting go so easily.
I wanted to cry. I wanted it to end. The drums got louder as my breath quickened.
I was starting to suffocate. I couldn't breathe.
Then I woke up. Heart pounding. Sweaty and confused. Somewhat out of breath. My bed was a mess. I checked the time.
Then I died again.
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Hope you guys enjoyed it. It may seem a little confusing to those who haven't experienced this. I have been experiencing it a lot lately and had to write about it. It's how I feel when it happens sometimes. Sometimes it's worse.
Constructive criticism appreciated.
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