I feel as if I am wrapped in a blanket, entangled within its heavy folds. It covers my ears and the world outside comes in muffled and muzzled. Distorted.
I can't move my arms and legs. Trapped.
The blanket is soft as a cloud but not comforting. I thrash around. Then I give up and give in. My limbs are heavy. They cannot move, they barely feel attached to me.
It is anaesthetizing, this blanket of mine. I close my eyes. Then open. The darkness remains the same.
My mind is somewhere else. My soul is trapped under layers of goo. My body is under a blanket.