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It wasn't like waking up. It was like realizing that you were dreaming but without the dreams. There were no eyelids to open, instead it was like a veil, or a roll of gauze, slowly being lifted off of open eyes. At first there was nothing, blackness. The same blackness that was there before. Only now the consciousness viewed the blackness. The wasn't the blackness of closed eyes or this middle of this nice, this blackness just was.

I am witnesses it. The consciousness thought. I am and it is. We are separate. But where am I?

Now the black began to shift. The separation of the two, of the black and the consciousness seemed to have triggered something. Movement. I'm moving. Do I move? What do I move? The black in front of the seemed to move past the consciousness almost like wind. Wind! Wind on my face. A light! There off in the distance a tiny speck of light erupted in the darkness. Though small and weak, in contract to the never-ending black the speck of light shone like the sun.