poe latination

Antonio San José
American Literature
25/02/2004


I woke up in a pale white room, I could not move. I was somehow laying on a long table, or at least it seemed like one. All I knew was I was lying flat on a flat surface that seemed to be elevated due to the proximity of this light. I could not move. There was nothing holding me down to the table, it seemed as if my body had been disconnected from my mental faculties. I could only think but my thoughts would not be obeyed. I tried to move my eyes to investigate this room, I could not move them. I could only see this disturbing white light over my head getting brighter with every passing second. I thus felt the reflection of some kind of object in the corner of my right eye. At first I thought the light shined into some mirror in the room that aimed at my eye. I was wrong, for I had figured out moments later what this mirror was after the eye came in the room. Again I tried to move my eyes slowly, no response. All I could do was look forwards and hear the whisper of my resting breath. This eye placed his two fingers in one of my optical spheres to make my blinking permanent. Like a cadaver. I still felt the pressure of the fingers, it was all dark after the mirror started scratching my iris. I could see dull violet mosaic patterns forming, multiplying and fading.

The pressure slowly faded away like a life and the burning scratch now felt cold and unatended. Color red flood my left vision, slowly covering the white light, translucid red to pitch black. I felt a small tickle on my forehead, like a feather. It felt warm and then cold after a few seconds. It felt as if my head had been dug into the ground and someone had compressed the soil into a box half the size of its volume. A substance crawled down from where I had earlier gotten tickled. It felt like small heavy spiders colonize my body. I heard my respiration quickening every tickle, every minute. Now I saw a shadow of a thin object over my eyelid, it slowly lowered like a rock to touch the ground. I still saw red over and under my eye, in the middle I saw a thin black line, it tickled.

I struggled to speak as my eyelid was being taken off. The white light greeted me again, it came to my eye slowly from every corner in the room. My eye was drying out as this tickle evolved. An eye looked at me, it was as blue as the sky and as wet as sweat.

I felt the floor moving under me, one arm embraced each of my earms. My left eye is dry now, I have gone blind. The sound of my agitated breath got lost softer in between my rib cage.