Waking Up

Infinite space.

Endless darkness.

Unbearable cold. 

I try to reach out in front of me, but I can’t see enough to tell if I have hands to touch with. The blackness is thick, and I can’t fell anything but space in front of me.

I can’t even tell if my eyes are actually open.

The only thing I can say is that the cold pierces me like a million needles; pricking my skin but never managing to draw blood.

The lack of … everything, makes me want to scream, but I can’t move.

This begs the question;

What am I?

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