Reality hit me, like a buzz of white noise.
Always there. Always ringing.
My eye struggled to crack open.
Each eyelash peeling away from another.
My head felt heavy, like it was anchored to the pillow.
I could hear my steady heartbeat, pulsating in my ear.
I need to move
Hunger gnawed at me, like irritating pins and needles.
Senses burning. Senses numbing.
My chest felt tight, as if the weight of my body decided to sit atop me.
I don’t want to move
Restlessness probes me, like an interjecting—invasive—thought.
Clouding reason. Clouding reality.
My clothes are soaked with sweat, as if I were amidst a tempestuous storm.
My skin feels sticky.
Clothes clinging, constricting me.
I am useless|worthless|unneeded
I don’t need to move