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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