There was nothing. I could not hear, see, or feel anything. I began to think I was dead, but certainly death had to be more than just nothingness, right?
Despite the overwhelming nothingness, I began to hear muffled sounds. As if someone was talking on the other side of a wall. I strained to hear what was being said, but it felt useless. The sounds remained muffled until I heard, “She has a wolf.”
What? Who had a wolf? Did someone have a wild animal around? Was I safe? The urge to panic tried to rise within me, but it was also quickly swallowed by the nothingness. I felt consumed by the inability to do or feel anything, but it also felt like the nothingness was suppressing something in me that was fighting to get out.
I couldn’t even feel hopeless because the rising emotion was qu
