They were comfortable. More comfortable than they had been in a while. They felt as if they were in a lazy river in a water-park and on the best type of drug you could think of. There was no ache in their bones from constant movement or any worries about people and work. They were someone who hated work but knew that in order to live their life they needed to put in the work. It didn't stop them from hating it but it also didn't stop them from getting up at 5:00 a.m, making themselves presentable, and working as a tutor-er on top of their behavioral psychology major in College. 

But, once again, for the first time in a while they did not feel any hate, exhaustion, or frustration. They wondered for a bit if they were drugged, but that thought too drifted away from the front of their mind to give way to happiness, relaxation and contentment. As they drifted along in their newfound paradise, they felt a sense of hollowness grow, it felt as if their very being was slowly slipping away. Even as feelings of satisfaction, joy, and wholeness tried to drive that thought away they held onto it, onto the feeling of wrong. This was wrong. Something was wrong. But they couldn't pinpoint what was so wrong.   

Nothing is wrong.   

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They tried to open their eyes but they couldn't, it was as if they didn't have eyelids to move in the first place. That was wrong.

Nothing is wrong.

They tried to move their body, but they had no torso, no arms, no legs, no hands, no head, no fingers, no organs, no heart, no body, nothing.That was wrong. 

Nothing is wrong.

What was their name? Where were they? They remembered that they were originally a she. They remembered that they were young in their mid 20’s. Remembered that they had family but not their names, not their faces, nor voices. Remembered the hours upon hours of borderline torture they had put themselves through to study for their College courses but could not remember the intricate details of each lesson like they used to be able to. They remembered they had worked before and they didn't like it. Remembered bits and pieces of things they had read. They held onto the little memories they had with what felt like an iron grip because they instinctively knew that if they were let go they would never get them back. They knew this fact terrified them.

Be not afraid.

They were afraid. 

You are all safe.

Their mind felt as if it was being crushed by a building.

Rest.

Their awareness slowly started to shut down as feelings of comfort, and drowsiness overtook their being once again. Even so, they held on.

They held onto memories and would never let go.