All around me is humming as if I am surrounded by drones. I am breathing heavily, loudly, as if my throat is between my ears. It is black. There is nothing below me or around me. I am completely alone. I hate this feeling—this disconnectedness. I have lost touch with reality and with my senses. My mouth is in my forehead, my nose in my cheek, my eyes in my chin. My limbs are no more than phantoms. I am insensate. I can only breathe.
Specks of color begin appearing, as if from sunlight reflected off of a crystal. I am suspended, in a state of bliss, the specks twinkling brighter and brighter, growing fatter and fatter, until all the light melts together into the purest, most opulent, opalescent, white I have ever had the pleasure of witnessing. My senses return: this whiteness has a taste
