“Why is it so hot in here”, the light had become a heater upon his body. Donald’s eyes seem to be permanently pressed together as if there was an adhesive compound pressing on them. He tries as hard as he can to break the bond and open his eyelids, it works, but only partially, his eyes can see but everything is very blurry to him. He forces a bit more to open them completely but they just can’t, he tries over and over but to no avail, he stops, “Let me relax for awhile, let me compose myself for a few minutes.”

“ Forget the eyes for now”,  Donald decides to test his extremities. As he is switching over to concentrate on them, Donald begins to hear people talking around and about him but these voices sound faded and are solely in his mind, he can distinguish the difference. He puts a sudden halt on the voices and proceeds to concentrate fully on his toes, he can feel them, he is elated, “Ok, let me move my legs”, nothing, he tries again, nothing again.

His head and neck are totally numb, it feels like they are glued to the pillow, “What is happening here, where am I”, he tries to move his legs again, nothing again. He gives up on the legs for now and starts to concentrate on his hands, his fingertips can move, great, he makes a semi-fist with them, “let me try again”, they work again, now an overwhelming feeling of relief overcomes him. “Ok, my legs and arms are still on my body”, he jokes to himself, as he pictures himself looking and joking to the mirror. He sees himself very clearly in the mirror his mind provides for him, for he has seen himself millions of times throughout his life. He’s happy, but this is only short lived.

“Now”, he mentions to himself, of course just in his mind. “Now, without the ability to move my arms and legs I am still helpless, I can’t even help myself off this unforgotten frozen state I’m in” A feeling of despair starts to take over again and he begins the painstaking task of opening his eyes again but to a point where he can see clearly. He is so curious and deservedly, to discover exactly where he is…. nothing again, he is becoming more frustrated. He just can’t do it. And now it seems that his eyes are closing again, this time it is not voluntarily, there is something that is pressing on them but in a gentle manner. There is a warmth on his eyelids, “Oh no”, he says to himself and he knows he’s 100% sure of what he feels. “It’s someone closing my eyes”, he prepares to yell out, he latches out with a scream, “Leave me alone, who are you”, but his lips don’t move, the sudden burst of noise he thought he had achieved was a fearless silent scream, he was totally paralyzed from his neck up, for now, well he preyed for this, he still had hope, he was no quitter.

At that precise moment a very frightening feeling began to occupy his thoughts, for he had not lost his memory of the characters he saw for a short moment and especially the one Mr. Slick, he was still on the loose, that’s a very scary feeling. “Oh my god, they are all here, right now, they are looking at me, experimenting with me, god help me please” The screaming voice in his head begins to fade away, the light is dark now, a nauseous feeling begins to take over, he hears something different now and he can distinguish it,  this is not in his head, it is now, it is live and in surround sound, “What could this be, this sound”, it was like a drilling sound but not so rugged, it was smooth and very affective in a way, the sound now became a noise as it got closer to his ears. So close that he could not even hear himself anymore. His lips began to feel something cold and wet upon them. Along with the lips he felt his nose get colder also, “Oh no”, he screams to himself in total panic, “Not again, help me someone”. Everything around him begins to turn, round and round, his stomach joins the merry-go-round and then his whole body joins up too. He feels like his body is draining into an oversize, a rounded shaped pool, around and around he goes, working himself closer and closer to the black hole that occupies the center. Round and round he goes the sensation of puking becomes more powerful, he is ready to heave and at that precise moment he doses off, back to unconsciousness he goes, his last thoughts are “God help me please.”