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; against my will. I didn’t want them to move forward. I wanted to do more than this. I couldn’t let this slip by.
The strangest part was that I had another hand. It moved to the rhythm of my heart and reminded me at every beat that I was slipping away.
Then, my hands overlapped as the third ticked above me.
Dong, dong, dong, dong.