Deep-resting

They are serrated. Shivers. They plunder their way across the entity of my body acting as autocrats.  Uninvited, they are snakelike and intrusive. They don’t seem to be acting appropriately as they have an amplified power of seduction towards the grasping, frigid air. Frantic. Sudden. I am cold and stiff. My eyes feel like lead drowning into my cheeks. The hardness of the wood under me feels damp. This may be the closest experience to paralysis that I will ever succumb to. I stare at the ceiling. I can’t feel anything. I am impaired. The wiring and circuits throughout my brain somehow just refrained from being functional. Neurons. They aren’t transmitting. Anything. Sucked out into this lapse of undetermined time. I keep inhaling the dryness of nothing at all, chocking on saliva that has made an abrupt appearance around the lining of my throat. I cough. This disrupts the deafening silence. The noise sails through canals, channeling towards numerous areas of this inert body. Electrical-shock-communication. Wither out of the nothing.  The sedation is over when footsteps are near. They imply words. Feet stomp into the room. I do not look anywhere but where my vision has guided me. The voice asks me what the hell I am doing on the floor. That was a previous question that I had posed to my mind. I rapidly gave up on the answer, not wanting to search within, in vain of auto-humiliation. My neck feels like it has been molded into the floor, my head acting like a piece of furniture. My arms stay anchored to the sides of my own person, protecting it. I swing my head up, while it crashes heavily back onto the floor, this time facing a foot. She, the person above the organ besieging me orders me to get up. I stare at the blueness of the puffed structures that creep up her entire leg. There is so much life within those tiny vesicles.  The foundation of life itself flows within the cylindrical cables.  My eyes ache. I try to speak.

Eyes shut. Today, I crashed.