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When I open my eyes it’s so dark that at first, for a while anyway, I think I’m still unconscious. I try lifting my head, try peering past the darkness, but something hard is directly above me, constricting any movement. Unnnnh, I lower my head again, it hurts to much to move.
What’s happened to me?
Where am I?
My mouth feels like sandpaper and tastes like a small animal has snuck in during the night and died there. I cough, and it sounds all wrong, a kind of stunted hollowness. I try raising my head again, and feel the same resistance from above. What’s going on?
Because wherever I am, it’s not in my own bed. Outside my bedroom window the traffic never stops even at night. But I can’t hear anything, just my own breathing which is coming faster now that I am starting to panic. Because I’m realising that it’s not only my head that is restrained, my arms and legs are pressing against something hard, something unforgiving. And now I remember, the smell of chemicals and the cloth over my face, of falling. I shift my body downwards and my feet kick against the bottom of something hard.
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