I

     drift around in this place. Stark white cloaks my skin, caressing it like a blanket of cashmere.

Slowly

I try to find a way out, a way back to those who love me and who I love. A doorknob, a light switch, a kite, a whole. I find nothing and decide to

Forget

the whole thing. It's too much effort. Moving hurts. Talking hurts. Thinking brings pain I couldn't even fathom. Pounding on my skull, from the inside. Something was inside of my head, banging to be let out. I didn't know who-- or what-- it was. And I didn't want to find out. I felt

Myself

start to fade, start to drain away. I was swirling away down a drain, colorful colors, the remains of an Easter egg dye, slowly, tantalizingly making the long journey to death.