I feel peculiar, as though every cell in my body is an Alka-seltzer dissolving in a glass of water.

I have no memory of anything, my thoughts bubbling around and away.

The lights are bright but not painful.

I vaguely wonder if I should feel afraid, but it seems unimportant.

Now I seem to be lying down, and though I have no weight I can still feel my body.

Now there are others.

They glitter like fish in an aquarium, glide around me, smooth and noiseless.

This is only a dream, one says without speaking.

I wake on the playground.

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