Void
It's dark. My eyes are open but I can't see a thing. For a moment I think they are closed. But then I blink and feel my eyelids. It takes a few minutes to register that I just woke up from a dream. But the dream hasn't ended. I don't remember what the dream was but the feeling is still there. And it is of despair. I am sleepy and my eyes heavy. But I don't want to go back to sleep because it feels like I won't get back up. So I want to savour this moment. I try to stay awake and make the most of it. But the feeling drags me down. The despair becomes distress which in turn becomes desperation. I have a vivid encounter with the void I'd leave behind if I don't make it. The void sucks me in. It's a maelstrom. I don't know what to make of it. I'm falling. I think of what I did and I think of what I didn't. I keep falling. I think of what I could and I think of what I couldn't. I'm still falling. It's an abyss. Before ...