Three Ape Fable

Three Ape Fable, Ideogram and Gimp, Katty Pulsar for Daydream Misfit

I don’t understand.

I can’t move.

My eyes are open, but I can’t see anything but a white haze. This is panic, but I can’t feel my muscles. Have I been drugged? Am I asleep? Is this sleep paralysis?

Where am I? What is going on? Is this… what am I seeing? I think my eyes are open. But I can’t blink. Everything is out of focus. It’s like all I am is an eye. I don’t like this.

Calm. Calm. What the actual fuck? Okay. Be reason. Take inventory. Categorize. Analyze.

Toes and fingers. I can’t feel my toes and fingers. Okay. Not good. But okay. I can think through this.

Blink. Can’t blink. Can’t see.

Run through the senses. Touch is right out. Taste, no taste. Sight, just a silver blur. Hearing. Hearing, do I have a heartbeat? I think so? Oh my god, that’s my pulse. I think I hear my blood moving. This is so weird.

What’s left? Smell. Requires breathing. Am I breathing? I must be breathing. I’m having thoughts. I’m alive. I’m alive? I’m alive.

Wait. That’s movement. In my periphery. It’s like everything is overlit and muffled. But something moved. I’m not alone here.

Settle down. Find that pulse again. You need a lifeline until you can figure out what’s going on.