• Diana


That strange heaviness that seems as though it's seeping into every fibre of your being.

Sluggish and lax.

Everything slows down.

You're aware of the increasing tiredness.

It feels weird and wrong and you fleetingly feel fissures of fear run up and down.

Oh right, there's a word for that; goosebumps.

You're slowing down and lucid at the same time.

The calming thought that drifts across your mind's eye whispers soothingly, you chose this, it's okay, let it happen. 

Lay down. Eyes close.

Alright. I will.


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