Bedbugs
“dead Henry’s wounds Open their congealed mouths and bleed afresh.” —Richard III, I. ii. 55-56. I’m confused, really confused.
I can see bright lights all around me.
Too bright.
I know there are people nearby, too. Sometimes it sounds as though there’s a whole crowd, milling around somewhere in the outer darkness behind the blinding lights. A faceless, nameless mass of people, like an audience, unseen, but their presence is sensed behind the glare of stage lights.
At other times, or maybe at the same time, I can tell there are a few of them—maybe three or four—standing close to me.
I think they’re doing things to me.
I don’t know where I am or what’s happening to me. Can anyone tell me? I try to move my arms and head, but my whole body feels like it’s a wet lump of senseless clay. There’s no sensation in my legs. Absolutely none at all. Not even the sensation of pain.
Nothing.
It’s almost like my body doesn’t even exist.
What the hell’s happening to me?
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