Bright lights. Bright fluorescent blue lights. The phosphorescent material hurts my eyes, but I can’t peel my eyes from it. The water around me is cold, but warm. I was told it would be a “nice” temperature, but I don’t know anymore. It’s difficult to tell.
It’s all difficult. Just as I begin to think I am going crazy, the doctor appears. “It is time,” he said in his soft tone and closed the lid.
I was suspended in darkness. Falling, but not falling.
Everything is difficult. Thinking. Breathing. Feeling. Seeing. Hearing. Smelling. Knowing.
I’m stuck in a chasm forever.