few times, and my eyes slowly adjusted to the light. I looked around, and realized that I was in my bedroom
d a strange feeling in my body. I felt light, as if I were weightless. I looked down at my hands, and they seemed translucent, almost ghostly. A shiver ran down my
were already dead. My heart started racing again, and I stumbled back from the mirror. I looked around the bathroom, and slowly, I turned around and went back to the bedroom. I peeked around the door, not sure what to expect. And there it was. My body, lying on the bed, as still as a statue. I felt nauseous, and my head was spinning. I couldn't make sense of what I was seeing. I approached the bed and reached out to touch the body, but i couldn't as my hands kept passing through it. I felt, at that moment, that I was looking at a corpse. But it was my body. I stood there, frozen, trying to make sense of what was happening. Sitting up in my bed. I was drenched i
ld happen to me. I heard her reach the top of the stairs, and I took a deep breath. I could hear her footsteps getting closer and closer. And then, she was at my door. "Sweetheart," she called out. "Are you okay?" she asked. I didn't know what to say. I knew I couldn't tell her the truth. I just couldn't. I was too afraid.
n my throat. I tried to speak, but I couldn't. I could only watch as she ran to my body, sobbing. "No, no, no," she whispered, over and over. I felt helpless, unable to do anything to comfort her. She turned to me, her eyes filled with anguis