Panic
Like phone lines from up above.
But there is some communication through the body.
Just like the noise of a thousand phone calls.
Cells in me are confused.
Jolting me awake.
So that my eyes are awake for the first time in awhile.
Vibrations, and pulsing.
I nod once as if answering their question.
Am I ok?
But then my head falls to my chest and that becomes clear.
It’s like a seizure of some sort.
But most people don’t have to remember a seizure.
But through magic, I can remember every moment through my mind’s eye.
Trying to articulate it though…
That’s where I went wrong.
Because it’s confusing to them.
I’m sorry to confuse you.
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