EDWINA
I heard the voices first.
They came and went, periodically. Sometimes the tenor of the voice was the same. And other times it was not. It was as though different people were trying to talk to me.
But no matter how hard I strained, how hard I tried to listen, I could not.
I felt like I was buried deep, totally submerged in mud. Everything was muffled, and it scared me. How did I get here? Where was I?
The world was black and void, emptiness stretching on and on. I felt like it went on forever.
I tried to trace the voices back into the light, a very tiny, almost invisible pinprick of light that stood way above me. But it was hard.
My limbs…I wasn't even sure I had limbs.
The mud was clinging deep to my body. And no matter how much I pushed, it didn't give way.
So I gave up. And sank right back into the mud. I was too tired to fight. To tired to keep reaching for that light that seemed impossibly out of my reach.