The air is hauntingly still. There is no sound, no movement, as if time has stopped. I see her but it’s like staring at a picture instead of being present in this room. Why isn’t there any sound? What happened? I cannot recall. I try moving but I can’t feel my legs. Am I dreaming? I try to approach her slowly. I feel light, floating towards her. I try to touch her. She is still. As still as the air around me. Perhaps if I close my eyes long enough, I will wake up. But this is no dream.

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