When you lay in bed, arms placed lifelessly by your side with your head just so, when your legs and feet are pressed together lightly, the feeling starts in your toes and slowly works its way up. As it travels your skin changes colour, from pink to grey you are slowly dying. When it reaches your lungs you can no longer breath. When it reaches your heart you can no longer feel and when it reaches your eyes you stop seeing. Finally it grabs your thoughts and takes them away. It captures them, carefully clasps them and entangles them. It grinds them into dust and blows them away.
Bull Bridge, Ireland