I couldn’t see. I tried to open my eyes, but my sight remained dark; was my face swollen? It did feel rounder.
I listened, trying to figure out what was going on. I couldn’t hear anything around me, but inside I felt a ticking; an ever constant ticking that never missed a beat.
My heart. My heart was still beating. That was a good sign.
I felt heavy, as if gravity was pulling me down but it was only a small part of me that kept me off the ground. I couldn’t do anything about it as I felt like I could shatter and break if I slipped.
My hands, one smaller than the other, were in either direction. As time went, I rotated them;