[ She breathes. Not very sure of what's happening and not sure she wants to be--not sure if she opens her eyes, if she'll see human faces and if she doesn't, or for that matter if she does, is it even real? If she looks for a familiar face, is it going to be the man she left floating in an elevator shaft or a woman with the same eyes?
She's never trusted her own mind so little. And that's saying something. ]
Okay.
[ She sucks in a sharp, pained breath and squeezes her eyes shut because if she opens them and sees what she thinks she's going to see, she doesn't trust herself not to start screaming. ]
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She's never trusted her own mind so little. And that's saying something. ]
Okay.
[ She sucks in a sharp, pained breath and squeezes her eyes shut because if she opens them and sees what she thinks she's going to see, she doesn't trust herself not to start screaming. ]