What is she? She's laughing now, gripping at me. I lay frozen, but swinging my hands and pushing back. Am I awake? This can't be happ-but it is. But her laugh is funny - like a giggling kind of childish laughter, not the sinister kind - I realize. She's laughing at me, cause I don't get it.
I suddenly feel her presence all around me, like tiny particles that fill empty
space; she exists everywhere...and so do I. In that moment I feel a wave of sensations throughout my body; a
molecular level, negative and positive clashing and weaving together.
What is this place I've never seen? It's so familiar. There's a blur, as my eyes are closed, I realize...I'm sleeping? But I'm here, I'm awake. The room is the same, this is my room. That's my dresser, my closet, there's the bedroom door. I'm lying here and she's here. She's fuzzy, and I can see her, though she isn't really here!
What does it mean? Like I've tapped into the in-between. Is this where we all go? Doomed to the land of the 'living', lurking like shadows that are cast only by those with enough insight to really see? It's just a dream. I should just go back to sleep. Ignore her, she'll go away. Tomorrow she'll be a faint memory, a vivid dream. You have them all the time; no need to fret. Reality is tomorrow, when you wake up, and go to work, and do things...the real world..can't I just stay a little longer? I think I like this place. It's quiet in the fuzzy silence.
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