I tried listening, as if my glasses could tell me anything on the way down, like how long the drop was.
They fell, or rather they seperated from me, as if, they too, were frustrated by my lack of progress. It spun in the air, catching a fleeting glint of light, and I recognized it as mine. I shook my head, the only part of me that was free. I needed to get down there, I needed to get grounded. My thoughts and answers were probably scattered somewhere below me, down there. It was worrying, but I had just woken up, blood was probably flowing to my head for minutes too long, and I was fucking upside down. No matter the question, I kept drawing up blanks. Didn’t know.Ī name wouldn’t form, not even a letter to guess.
How did I get here? Why? When? Where am I, again? What the fuck?ĭidn’t know. My thoughts weren’t catching up to me fast enough. But, no other possibilities were coming to me. There was some light, but it didn’t break past that gloom. Too tired, my vision still swimming through the murky waters of fatigue. I looked around, squinting, trying to peer through an oppressive dark. I was very aware that my feet were above my head. Couldn’t move, and couldn’t feel much outside of a tight knot in the pit of my stomach. Pressed together, crossed, squeezing against my chest in a big ‘X.’
I was able to wiggle a finger, but not by a lot, and it wasn’t like I could reach or grasp anything.īoth hands. Struggling against another something, couldn’t figure out what. It was stuck, tangled in something, and I couldn’t even wiggle a toe. I moved a leg, and discovered that I couldn’t. Then, there was the gradual realization that I was upside down.
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