I am hovering, floating really in a substance that encapsulates me, like a womb. I can imagine myself being curled up in a fetus position sleeping comfortably and safely in a familiar place, to wake up and start my day. I slowly tried to open my eyes. A dried gooey mucus had glued my eyelids … Continue reading Stuck
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