Literature
Kicked, Shot, Robbed, Alone
You float. It's soft.
It's dark, but comforting.
Now there's a slight spinning.
You gently spin as you slowly fall.
You float like a feather.
Paper thin, and in a warm wind.
Through some dark clouds you fall.
Past some trees and a building...
Your body softly lands in the grass,
And then it begins. 5 minutes on the clock.
In this place, 5 minutes is 24 hours.
Here, anything could happen.
Scenes shift quickly as you walk.
Blues become greens and purples.
Things begin to float, drift away.
Then you realize where you really are...
You remember laying down
You remember closing your eyes
You remember the lights being off
You rem