She had been inbetween, neither here nor there. Not quite awake, or even alive and now she was both; awake and alive once more. Waking here was like the transition from indoors to outdoors, the sudden sensation of the world opening up around her that let her know she was no longer liminal. Though where she was, when or how she'd got here remained a mystery. It was most disconcerting to know she had, effectively, been switched off and for all she knew centuries had passed.
Tuesday, 29 May 2012
I'm reasonably happy with this little bit. I've put it here so I can read it back when I become sure it's all awful. It's still first draft, so this isn't final form but I like the feeling of it, the shape it makes in my head. (Too many re uses of the same word though; wake.)