Can’t see. Can’t talk. Can’t smell. Can’t hear.

Nothing.

It’s been like this for as long as I can remember. Never being able to do anything except feel and wonder what I’m touching.

I grab around the familiar room I’ve been in for as long as I can remember, trying to find my way to what I assume to be a window, where I always seem to get reenergized.

Something wraps around my wrist, leading me to the wall as it usually does. The slimy substance creeps up my arm and up around my neck. I try to tell it to just end me, as I’ve been waiting for it to do all this time. But I can’t.

Another tentacle creeps around my waist, tightening with every breath, suffocating me. How can I breathe, since I have no mouth to breathe through?

The first tentacle winds around my neck.

Have you finally come to put me out of my misery? I ask it, hoping somehow it can read my mind.

End it.

The tentacles release me, either staying in the room with me or leaving, I never know.

Maybe one of these times it will end me.