Itself

Welcome to your last moments of safety.

Right now you are probably wondering what all the fuss is about. No doubt what you see before you does not make sense yet. There are shapes and angles, light and textures that seldom overlap in this configuration for you. It will take the sum total of this moment for you to figure it out.

That sound? Rough and pitched? That is you. Perhaps you recognize it as screaming.

Shortly you will be caught up with the hammering of your heart and the painful clutch there, yes, right there in your stomach. That horrid sound will break mournfully and you will know. You will always know.

But not yet. Right now you are safe, peaceful if curious at that sliding sensation of our body crashing into panic. Your guts are not gnawed with apprehension and guilt, your nerves not jolted by each and every sound, your gaze unpierced by shards of light and clear of the choking fog of nightmare.

Not to worry. You will.

Here goes.