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Nothing else but fear. I was dead. Might as well have been. Lying in the planes of the universe, up and down. Shards of light streaming in through the cracks of the ... Of the doors and walls that were all askew. I moved closer, look closer and realise. The wall and floors of this coffin are my family, my bedding, my painting, my places my past. If at this point some curiosity still remained, it disappeared once I realised I was dead. This was it, for ever. If life is infinite and ever changing, death was finite and never changing. I was now on the inside of all the things that were me, in the negative space between it all, nothing but fear and me could fit there. So I screamed. Short, loud and utterly incredulous. A few times and I manage to touch a pane of my vessel, much as you would draw a curtain. Screams. Somehow, I am scared still more. Could anywhere be any worse than this? My racing heart does nothing to bring me back to life, but behind that curtain is a dark night sky. A moon and cool air. I can feel it, am I still screaming? Am I still in my coffin? Am I actually in bed? My mind is surprisingly slow considering it's flooded with adrenaline and my heart beats even faster realising I'm alive. Still terrified, but alive. Terrified to even move, from fear of.. Breaking? There is a dread of forbiddenness about the situation that makes my movements heavy like pulling a paddle through silt. As if realising I was alive was a sin and should be hidden from the greater force that governs me. I slowly know now that I was never dead, but if the world is but a figment of my imagination, might as well have been.