My eyes open as I jolt awake. That sudden mindrush of adjustment from uncomfortable sleep to confusion, then ache and cramp all over as I stand in the confined cylinder. Where am I? How did I get here? I'm wet and dirty. The walls are a black lustrous mud with occasional irregulartities. Water trickles down the sides in the unrelenting, minute silence. I was sleeping in the water and muck on the ground. It's dark, but I see the puddle glint beneath my feet. I tip my head back and strain to see the pale circle of light above. What comes next?
Posted by nathan at December 29, 2004 08:32 AM
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