by Amelia Wonderland

Created on: June 28, 2009

I am lying on my bed. My head is heavy, and I cannot move a muscle. The bed is unusually cold and numbingly uncomfortable. There's no light anywhere. Not even a hint of dawn. Is it night still?

I wonder what happened to me that rendered me so useless. Where did I go? Who shared my company? What did I have for dinner?

Perhaps the weight inside my head resulted from drinking too much? No, not possible. I haven't entertained myself this way for more than a month now.

So what's it then?

My mind goes blank: the most valued asset of my consciousness, my ability to think, is slipping away. No! I mentally shout, trying to hold on to it with all I've got. What's happening?

My thinking facility returns. Thank you!

Maybe it was something I ate? Possibly, although I can't tell for sure. I struggle to even remember what I had for breakfast.

And I usually always remember what I eat first thing in the morning. Ham and eggs on toast. Yes, that has to be it. So, have I accidentally eaten some rotten eggs? No. I ran out of eggs ages ago. What about ham and toast then? Hmm... Ham's been absent from the stores for more than three months now, ever since it became evident that it was the source of the disease that nearly killed our entire town. So there - I must have had toast then. Yes, yes, that's it. A day before yesterday I had only one slice of bread left and I remember thinking, how nice it'd be to grill that slice and eat it with a touch of butter.

That last toast...

My thinking ability makes a run for it again. I feebly attempt to cling on to it, but I temporarily let it go. Oh well.

I focus my attention on my ears instead and try to determine if I can hear anything.

No. Doesn't seem so. The sounds completely escape my senses and all I can discern is a sweet salience.

Sweet silence? Good, God! Where did this come from? When did I learn to appreciate the sound of nothingness?

The subject of my changed senses intrigues me. I attempt to whip my mind back into action, but without success.

Why? Why me? I'm just a normal nine-to-five person - no friends, no enemies, no pets. Never expecting anything out of the ordinary to happen and yet here I am reduced to this... What is it? A room? A medical examination area? Somebody else's house? I don't know. But I do know that I cannot move a muscle. I can't even turn my eyes.

Seconds drift on for what seems like a century, and the lack of progress forces me into boredom (although

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