As I reach for the exit and look back to what’s stopping me I see emptiness. What is it that is holding me down? Looking around it’s all clouded, like a dream. Is it a dream? No, maybe a nightmare! That’s not right either. I am not a sleep. I am a live. A beating heart, breath, movement all a part of my existence. Existing, yes I exist. Numb most of the time but I am here. Where? Where is here? Listening… Nothing, I hear nothing. Feel… No, nothing there either. Look… a fog, something in the distance, can’t make it out. Why can’t I move?

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