100 words

I don’t know where I am or how I got here, but I do know I’m alone. Can’t see, can’t hear, can’t speak, and can’t feel, I’m just left to think. The nothingness I’m in is hardly describable, no forward, backward, or concept of time. My brain signals my own movements, but if I can’t be aware of them changing this hell, did my movements matter? How can I be sure? So here I am, going through the motions I remember as writing, hoping to god they’re on paper. So, what lies ahead of me? The answer: I don’t know.

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