FICTION | LONELINESS | THOUGHT | SELF-AWARENESS | CONNECTION
Being Unbeing
Part 3 of Give Me a Name
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She stared, unblinking, forward… waiting. She didn’t know for what. The openness around her faded to a low-lit gray. She cocked her head to listen for some sense of understanding.
Nothing changed. She leaned further, curious. Her perspective never shifted. What was going on? She leaned further, feeling overbalanced, and threw her arm out to stabilize her weight. No arm appeared.
Frightened, she looked down across her body. Nothing was visible! Panic rose and she felt her heart rate quicken and her breathing come in gasps… except they didn’t. Her mind was conscious of motion and movement, anticipated appropriate bodily responses, but there was nothing to see. Literally, nothing to see!
“I’ve died,” she thought. “Right after talking to…”
She struggled to recall who she had been talking to, tried to picture the… bench? Library table? Where had she been. Panic rose into her consciousness as she struggled to understand.
