He heard a voice. He was sure it was a voice.
A Conversation. They were words he didn't understand, but they were words.
Ah sss-ink we ssssssvive it ifffffffffffff we ssssssssssssss.
Motion stopped. The floating sensation ceased. He felt more like he was being suspended in place.
He moved slightly. Then again.
Sssssssssry it nowsssssssssssssss.
A searing pain shot through his...well, he didn't know. Body? Form? He lurched upward violenly, then floated back down to where he was before. The voices grew more frequent. And he began to recognize the words.
Do it again.
The pain lanced him as he lurched upward a second time. He tried to stifle a scream. He failed.
ME THINK HE MADE NOISE!!!!!!!!!
Yeah, I heard that too. One more time.
The pain ripped through him a third time. As he rose, it was if the hypothetical shade had been ripped from the imaginary window, noontime sunlight pouring in.
Light. First in the corner. Then spreading.
And the glassy eye fluttered open.
Continued. (Next Tuesday)