Darkness. That’s all I heard when I woke. No, not heard, saw, darkness is something you see, or rather, something you can’t. Can’t? Or just won’t? Maybe this is all in my head, I just need to go back to sleep, or wake up I suppose.

I cold shiver runs down my spine, and just for a second I feel a little less alone in this darkened room. It’s… comforting, I think? Not that I would know what comfort feels like. Like a cold hug, bitterly embracing me in such a way that I can feel my own bones gnawing against my skin. Maybe I’m just thankful for the contact.

It’s been a number of days, or maybe it hasn’t, since I came to be here. I don’t remember how, I’m not really sure why either. I might have asked for this, or been summoned by some other power, maybe i’ll never be quite sure.

I don’t feel very sure of anything really.

The ghostly hands finish floating down my spine. I twitch my neck backwards, maybe not as comforted as I thought I was. And just like that, it was gone.

I think I miss it.

Darkness. That’s all I hear as I wake.

I can’t hear, I can’t see either.

Can’t?

Or just don’t?