night owl: part 2

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I feel like I'm sinking. Not like I'm sinking in water, or even something remotely bad or dangerous. But whatever I'm sinking into is cozy, warm and welcoming. It hugs me as I hug it back, and it tells me I'm beautiful, and that it loves me. I love it too. I sink further, and further down into the dark abyss, my head is almost underneath. But somewhere in my peaceful mind, I feel a sharp stab of pain in my foot, like someone has put a broken bottle in the sand. I try to find my foot but I can move my arms. The sense of calm is overwhelming, but I still feel scared. Another stab of pain, this time on my left forearm. What is this? I start to cry, but it just keeps telling me how beautiful I am. Pain from all around infects me now. On my feet, on my arms, in my stomach. I want to scream but nothing will come out. Instead, my lungs just fill with whatever I'm sinking into, and I can feel it taking over everything inside me. I'm crying and bleeding but I still love it. And I'm crying and bleeding because I love it.

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