For it was not into my ear you whispered but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
~'Jane Eyre' by Charlotte Brontë
Serena
Everything was blank.
Like an empty wall hanger that had no color, no hue and no shade. I looked up and down but there was nothing that caught my eye. I saw nothing.
Am I dead?
I couldn't feel myself, I didn't feel my body, I didn't feel my hands nor my legs: it was as if I had been floating. Floating or moving. I couldn't tell. But I was there; somewhere.
Where am I?
Suddenly, the scenery faded, everything that gave nothing disappeared. And there were colors. Blue, Green, red, brown, black, they were all there.
I began sauntering forward.
As the most of nothingness faded, I began catching the notches of green, the brown of the tree tr
