You gotta
be kidding me...Waking up inside a small dark space is a pretty bad
experience. Although I didn't wake as such because I wasn't asleep. I just
became...aware maybe? The darkness kind of faded away until I can see I'm
inside this metal box. Well, as far as I can tell. I tap the wall with one
knuckle to check, and the hollow metallic knock proves at least part of my
assumption right. So, what is this? I died and got kicked out of the afterlife.
As far as I know, coffins ain't made of metal. So at a guess, I'm in the
mortuary, and since I'm not laid out on a slab I must have been put away in
storage. I've never been stuck in a drawer before, but somehow this fits with
how I imagine it would be.
I suppose I should count myself lucky they hadn't
started carving me up, and that I'd gone for an overdose rather than throwing
myself in front of a truck or out of a window. I'm in damn good condition...for
a corpse. Still in one piece as far as I can ascertain, and that ain't easy
to determine, let me tell you. You know how an arm or a leg goes after you've
sat on it for a while, cutting off the circulation? But before the blood flow
starts again and you get pins and needles? That numb heaviness? My whole body
is like that. Like every part of me is full of lead.
Also, the not breathing is weird. I take a couple
of breaths out of habit, for the familiar feeling of air moving in and out of
my chest. After that I don't bother. It takes too much concentration and there
are other things I need to focus on. Like, what do I do next, for instance?
So, what,
I'm just gonna lie here?
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