Crescent

I hear something. I'm not supposed to be able to hear.

It's faint and distant. I can't make out what it is aside from it being a voice.

I open my eyes. They're not supposed to be able to see.

It's blurry, but it focuses very quickly. Someone is standing in front of me.

They're smiling and crying. The voice seems to be clearer now but I don't want to hear anything.

I don't want to see this person right now. I can't really feel my limbs and they don't move either way.

I can't feel anything.

I look at the person in front of me.

I can't feel anything.

I close my eyes again.

What I gather from this is that this is not the afterlife.

Now what I can't gather is whether or not this is a sick joke.

I want to feel angry. I can't feel anything.

...

This person...

I could probably guess who they are, but

I really don't want to think about it.

I open my eyes and look at the wall.

How is my hearing so good? This is annoying. Just let me block out your voice.

None of this is right.

I don't want to see anything. I don't want to hear anything.

Waking me up was incredibly rude.

Forcing me to stay awake through this nightmare is crueler than anything else you've done.

But even then

I can't feel anything.