All distractionAugust 4, 2009
For an hour, it was all distraction: bright lights, unusual sounds, hands yanking from all direction. Then calm returned briefly, a placid moment, an opportunity to breathe before it all began again.
She tried closing her eyes, but her eyelids were no proper guard against the light. She tried plugging her ears, but the sounds had infiltrated her brain and she could hear them anyway. It was then that she gave herself over to all of it, unwilling to expend any more energy fighting the inevitable.