Awoken from a deep sleep, heart pounding. A dieing experience? My eyes are open but my vision keeps fading. I'm laying in my bed looking down at my feet. I see my desk and its variety of teenage novelties. My entire body is numb, but I can feel my big toe. Its response is lazy as I attempt to clench and release. Paralysis loosens its grip and I swing my arm into the air. Just when control seems to be mine, my arm vanishes with the flicker of eyelids. Did I even move it to begin with? Black again.
I'm stumbling around the house. My family looks at me with concern as I fail to maintain eye-contact. I call out to them in agonizing pain, begging for their help. My scream is stifled by a lump in my throat; they hear only a faint groan. I slump down and lay on the floor. I can't see their faces; a female voice: "You did it again, didn't you?!" a male voice: "That stuff is killing you." I'm in bed again.
My heart is still pounding, as if trying to replenish my quickly fleeting strength. I lift my arm, only to be tricked once more. Is this death, or a night in Hell? Light fades into static, a fabric undescribed by terms of luminosity or hue.
I'm in bed again.
It's time for work, and I'm so happy.
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