I feel, suddenly, as if I am inside a dream.
It’s a waking one, though, in which I am fully conscious, which is very new for me. And very unnerving.
I feel myself in a separate space – a world with its own rules, its own gravity and physics. But there’s nothing here. There is just darkness, blackness. Even as I look down at myself – to where I should be – I see…nothing. No form, just darkness.
“This is not right,” I murmur, and then I’m shocked when the world responds.
Not with words, or any sort of communication, but it just…rights itself.
As I watch, a body comes into being beneath me. My body – almost. It’s mine, because when I look down at it, it is where my own body should be. And when I move, lifting my hands to look at them, the hands move.
But it’s also not my body – or at l
