I lay on the lush moss, vaguely aware of the moisture slowly spreading across my clothing changing the weight ever so slightly until it finally seeped through to my skin.
I saw nothing except the darkness behind the redwoods. I wanted the forest floor to claim me as its own, engulf my body in its chilled damp embrace so I would never have to move or feel again.
There was no concept of time, thought or body, I was nothing. I couldn't feel. I couldn't feel anything. I was a silent observer, separated from my senses and thoughts, unable to move, and ensnared behind a pair of eyes. I was nothing.
The wind blew, blowing loose tendrils of my hair in my face, sending shocks of chilled air through my body, as the sun began its descent down over the trees. I felt nothing.
It was getting cold. I knew it was getting cold, my joints were stiffening, I was shivering lightly, I could see my breath in the fading sunlight but still I couldn't feel. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. I was nothing.
