I was shrouded in black, laid in a heavy ornate coffin. Light was absent, and my insides were empty. There was no sound, no rustling and no breathing. There was no life all around. Darkness was omniscient, it swooped in and forced its way down my throat, enveloping itself over me, pushing even the tiniest pricks of light away. Only the sound of your absence filled the entire coffin, it filled my entire body. Behind web spun eyes I saw the shadow of your departing body slowly recede and fade away. My fingers clenched into tight fists over nothing, struggling to find your hands, where they should have rightly been. Where tears should have been there was only dust. Dust, dust, dust. No blood would come, I had been drained and completely hollowed out. Emptiness had become me, I had fallen into the black hole I had always feared you would cast me into. The cold only made your absence, all the more acute.
I spent the longest eternity in a single dream, and when I woke up I found myself stiff and hands tightly clenched. My throat was parched, and my muscles were violin strings. I don’t feel like I’ve woken up to the same reality. Somehow, I’ve woken up into a different world.
I have not left that coffin, the darkness is not lifted. Was it really just a dream?
