∞
The nothingness that enveloped her has a tinge of familiarity to it.
She's been here before, wherever or whatever here was, and this realization comforted her, provided her with peace, a serenity she'd loath to leave. Her whole being focused into a single entity, one thinking and reasoning.
A sudden feeling of glee invaded her, a wonderful sensation, cascading her with a sense of wonderment. It was as though she was relearning things, regaining her emotions, her feelings. One item or more at a time.
Time…
A vagueness clouded her even as the thought brushed pass. She shushed it away, knowing it was within this shell of nothingness that lie her corporeal self.
I am with a physical self. With freedom shackling needs. To nourish, to support, to grow.
To what end? To be alive means to have an end. To perish. To die.
Am I dead? Isn't death supposed to be one of cold embrace and an oblivion of all thoughts, all sensations, all concerns? The headaches of making choices and living with the results and impact of those decisions…
Running thoughts… I am alive.