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Madness held less at bay
Dec. 14th, 2007 01:14 pmThe lights swirled about his eyes as the world rose, impossibly slowly. Even as he landed flat on his back, only barely cushioned by the carpet, the motion didn't stop: turning, turning, brilliant wide circles. Each one kept dancing through its prescribed pirouettes and spins, tumbling back down toward him as if to lift him up into their midst, more alive than the shell on the floor ever was. The lights were freed from their fixtures just as he was, and eager for his company.
Too eager?
As they encircled him, twisting lines solidified into bars, wending and weaving closer and closer. He withdrew from one, and recoiled as it snapped into crimson snarls. The lights about him - serpents, he saw, writhing with rage - turned to regard him. They saw no escape from their hunger, and he saw only what they saw, painted in strokes of his fear.
Hands. He felt his hands, then, solid against a forgotten world, but they were slow to grip and pull. Fingers tangled in the earth, the earth grew into the carpet, and he dragged, dragged himself toward his abandoned body. Hands, then arms and shoulders; feet and knees and more. There was pain as he returned but he did not cry out, did nothing that the snakes might hold. His sides burned, his chest was heavy and stiff as metal. He crawled for miles up his neck, desperate, into the cavern of his own head.
The lights winked out - his eyes were closed.
click
Too eager?
As they encircled him, twisting lines solidified into bars, wending and weaving closer and closer. He withdrew from one, and recoiled as it snapped into crimson snarls. The lights about him - serpents, he saw, writhing with rage - turned to regard him. They saw no escape from their hunger, and he saw only what they saw, painted in strokes of his fear.
Hands. He felt his hands, then, solid against a forgotten world, but they were slow to grip and pull. Fingers tangled in the earth, the earth grew into the carpet, and he dragged, dragged himself toward his abandoned body. Hands, then arms and shoulders; feet and knees and more. There was pain as he returned but he did not cry out, did nothing that the snakes might hold. His sides burned, his chest was heavy and stiff as metal. He crawled for miles up his neck, desperate, into the cavern of his own head.
The lights winked out - his eyes were closed.
click
