In A State of Being

The sheets are cemented, covering my body. Wrapping me in a shroud. The figure presses down on me. I can’t move. My eyes dance in the dark. Shadows dart and dance in the chamber of the abyss. The covers over me wriggle.

A sensation comes from the ends of my arms — blooms towards my chest, neck, head. Then down. To my legs. My feet.

What’s that?
What’s moving?
Is it me?
Is it something else?

I think I’m by myself.
Am I?
I am.
…I am.

No one’s there.
No one’s there.
No one.
No one.
No—
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