All that the man saw was a white dot, far away, in the middle of an endless black sea. In absolute silence, forcing himself to fix that one difference, that one sign. Over his gaze focused on the small patch of light, almost wanting to nail down, the more it seemed to dance, sinuously foolish attempt to flee from that domain. Indeed, ironically, the bullet seemed to pulsate, its boundaries bleed, boldly expressing their free will. The man could not tell where he was, or how it got there. To feel muffled, as if his conscience was entirely wrapped in a fluffy cotton which makes it difficult to be a perception, and reasoning. He could only put thoughts in a row elementary, but fail to establish any logical connection between them: "My throat is dry on the palate ... Feel how abrade the back of the tongue papillae in the saliva very bitter ... I ... My blood pulses to temples and wrists ... ".
With eyes still following the dot, which now seemed larger and closer. He had a desire to stretch his hand towards the wavering light speckle, to measure the physical distance that separated him from it. The brain had transmitted a nerve impulse, he was sure, because the shoulder was slightly jumped, but the limb, stubborn, remained motionless, parallel to the body. Surprised, he realized he could not see his arm, because she realized she was lying on his back. "And then" - you said - "dark."
He tried to move the fingers of the hand and sent pulses to the thumb, little finger and then all the fingers together. He could not say if he had moved one, two or all. He did not know which corresponded to feel certain of having moved the fingers of the hand. Did not even know if he had a hand. The weak statements that his brain was sending were lost somewhere in the middle, without the strength to get there. His mouth drew a faint smile.
back to concentrating on the dot, even on what was now a large luminous disc a few inches from his face. He tried to look for his reflection on the white surface. He saw, however, only light. He felt the ache optic nerve, physically affected by the glare is too intense. He felt the pain ascend in his head, very strong, which had never experienced in his life. He clenched his teeth to break and felt the hot liquid uscirgli ears. He was in his nostrils the smell of roses. Then just
With eyes still following the dot, which now seemed larger and closer. He had a desire to stretch his hand towards the wavering light speckle, to measure the physical distance that separated him from it. The brain had transmitted a nerve impulse, he was sure, because the shoulder was slightly jumped, but the limb, stubborn, remained motionless, parallel to the body. Surprised, he realized he could not see his arm, because she realized she was lying on his back. "And then" - you said - "dark."
He tried to move the fingers of the hand and sent pulses to the thumb, little finger and then all the fingers together. He could not say if he had moved one, two or all. He did not know which corresponded to feel certain of having moved the fingers of the hand. Did not even know if he had a hand. The weak statements that his brain was sending were lost somewhere in the middle, without the strength to get there. His mouth drew a faint smile.
back to concentrating on the dot, even on what was now a large luminous disc a few inches from his face. He tried to look for his reflection on the white surface. He saw, however, only light. He felt the ache optic nerve, physically affected by the glare is too intense. He felt the pain ascend in his head, very strong, which had never experienced in his life. He clenched his teeth to break and felt the hot liquid uscirgli ears. He was in his nostrils the smell of roses. Then just
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