SWEET BLOOD
She’d set up the camera, gotten in bed, and repeated the phrase to induce lucid dreaming.
What had happened between then and now? How had she wound up… nowhere? Because this place wasn’t a here. It wasn’t a place. It was oblivion. You weren’t supposed to be aware of oblivion. The human mind wasn’t built to cope with emptiness—a true, hopeless, sensationless blank.
Grace tried to bring back that feeling of her soft, warm sheets, but it was gone, snatched away from her as soon as she let it go. She tried to look at her hands and feet, but they weren’t there.
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