Descending Road - PANIC by Dana W. Paxson

PANIC

1560 4D

My eyes wide open, there is darkness and nothing else, as if I had been lying in bright light just extinguished. I reach out with both hands. Tree root, soft soil, night air – I dreamed… something. I blink as if to clear the darkness from me, but it stays – I am blind in this. I get on hands and knees, rise slowly, swaying in the still air, listening for that sound of hissing…

What sound? Was there a sound? I stop moving. The darkness is silent. Groping inside: no memory comes. Now, panic.

I had memory. It is gone.

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	PANIC 1560 4D My eyes wide open, there is darkness and nothing else, as if I had been lying in bright light just extinguished. I reach out with both hands. Tree root, soft soil, night air – I dreamed… something. I blink as if to clear the darkness from me, but it stays – I am blind in this. I get on hands and knees, rise slowly, swaying in the still air, listening for that sound of hissing… What sound? Was there a sound? I stop moving. The darkness is silent. Groping inside: no memory comes. Now, panic. I had memory. It is gone.