Waking up Dead

I'm alive. I think. I mean I think I'm alive. What I mean to say is I think I'm alive, and so I must be alive if I think it.

... Pretty sure I'm alive.

But this isn't how I remember being alive. I've only just woken up, and I should expect to wait for my eyes to adjust to being able to see, but this pitch black encompassing my view is... shuddersome, and then I realize I can't shiver,... and then I realize I can't move, and then I begin to panic.

It's as if I can't even give any effort to move. There's this wall hindering my thoughts from telling my muscles to move. _Move!_

It suddenly becomes frigid. It feels as if I'm tied up like a piece of meat in a freezer. I'm begging someone to let me out, but my mouth won't open. I can't even feel the vibrations in my throat.

I only hear the screaming pleas in my head. Screaming _help me!_

I become paranoid. Fearful for my life. I can't see, or move, or talk, or hope for salvation. There is only the mindless, screaming paranoia in my head.

Then I wake up.